Whenever I have a long commute, one of my fears is pondering what would happen if I got sick at work. First of all, how terrible would that be regardless of your commute? But more importantly, how will I get home?
Yesterday I was, erm, lucky enough to find out.
I’ll spare you the lovely details.
But my no-fainting streak (since 2001) is over. This is only the 5th time I’ve fainted, and there are usually a few years in between, but this was the longest stretch of not fainting.
But I fainted, I vomited, and now how the heck was I going to get home? I could barely get up off the floor. There was no way I was going to drive the 50 miles myself.
Luckily, my husband was able to leave work early, take a train up to my office (he takes the train to work), and drive us home. Despite the snow storm, the roads weren’t bad and traffic actually seemed lighter. And I didn’t get sick in the car. (We have not always been so lucky … the last time I got a stomach bug was almost six years ago, and we were at his parents house. He had to drive me home. I had a bucket in my lap. Which I used.)
If you’ve never fainted … it’s the worst feeling. You feel like your body is revolting against you. Because it basically is. You lose control of your body. You’re dizzy. The world gets fuzzy. You break out in this awesome cold, clammy sweat … and then you black out, only come to, on the floor. I realized yesterday that I start dreaming when I pass out. So you’re disoriented from coming to in the middle of a dream, and then you have to reconcile the fact that you’re lying on the floor of the bathroom at work. (Or wherever you fainted.) And you still feel all weird.
So today I’m recovering. I’m chalking up this one to a stomach bug. Even though I’ve never fainted during or leading up to a stomach bug. There’s a first time for everything, right? So between feeling depleted from everything that comes with a stomach bug, and being a little freaked out from the fact that I fainted, I’m taking it easy. I’m a little disappointed though, I thought fainting was behind me. However, given my track record (5 times in almost 20 years), I can probably consider myself “safe” for a few years. I hope. I just pray that I never faint on a train. I have an even bigger fear of being the “medical emergency” that delays all the Metra trains during rush hour.
Oddly enough, Sierra just posted about how she didn’t faint recently … so … I guess I took one for the team? Ha ha. But it’s nice to know I’m not alone.
But, now I know, getting sick at the office is pretty awful, but my sweet husband will come get me. I can only imagine how pathetic I looked when he got there, and I was lying on the floor of my office. And then saying “hold on, I want to try puking one more time.”
I’ll leave you this …. what I sing whenever I need to go to my “happy place.”