Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Fainting spell. Yet again.
The sharp pain gripped me for a moment. Thinking that it was gastric (since it was late at night, it could be just hunger pangs ya know...), I ignored it for some time, thinking that it will be gone in a while. After the second intense wave of pain hit me, silly me popped by the fridge for a chocolate chip cookie, thinking that it might help ease the "hunger pangs". Not yet half through with the cookie, it suddenly hit me instead of being gastric as I had initially thought it was, it was simply a stomachache that was manifesting its true face.
A few minutes later found me with my head hung over the knees and feeling agony tighten its hold on me. A delicate sight perched atop the lavatory seat - not. Dizzyness swept through me, resulting in the inability to open my eyes properly. I could feel it coming. If I am not on a bed in five seconds, I was a goner. I used up whatever strength I could summon up and pulled myself up from the seat. Opening the toilet door, it struck.
A sea of white blanketed my eyes. It was as though air flowed through my veins. Or I had inhaled drugs (which in reality, I have no idea what it feels like no worries). Weightlessness pranced and twirled around me. The next thing I knew, the usual downward dive happened.
It could be my lucky day that Pam happened to want to use the bathroom at that time, and came out of her room when she heard the flush. That could explain why almost instantaneously, I heard her exclaiming when I was flat out on the ground . Don't ask me why, but whenever I faint, I still hear things around me vaguely - though the loss of strength robbed me of any ability to do more than open my lips and murmur "I'm fine".
A flurry of activitiy ensued. I heard it. Pam disappeared and reappeared with a pillow to prop me up, together with some medicine and water. I think she assumed it was the time of the month, so she got me the wrong meds. hurhur. After hearing what I have to say, she promptly turned and got alternative meds for food poisoning (her deduction). Seriously. What can I say, she has a wide supply of meds, for that I am thankful for.
She wanted to pull me to my room, but I just couldn't think of getting up at that time. A bed was what I need. And in that instant, the floor was just as fine. One's gotta make do with what one has got in dire situations. After a while, when I felt better, I got up to wash my hands. Staring into the mirror above the sink, I started. Dry colourless lips. A sickly pallor. Eew. A lie on the bed was what I need. And it was just the thing, for some time later, a second look into the mirror brought back colour in my lips and pinker cheeks.
There are two suspects for this case. Suspect one - Mr Pasta Sauce. He had been residing in the fridge for a month or more. He seemed fine when I gave him a sniff before introducing him to suspect two. Suspect two - Ms Mini Ravoli. I brought her home from the supermart, thinking that I would matchmake her with Mr PS for dinner. The two must have thumbed their noses at each other and rejected the other party. Well. I got my revenge. The next morning, both found themselves walking down Garbage Bin Lane.
Posted by Michelle at 9:35 am