"No. I won't do it. Nope. You think you can get me on there. You can't"
In my last post, I casually mentioned that my low blood pressure caused me to faint a couple of times last summer.
Even though it was pretty dangerous and not at all good for me, one of the situations is kind of funny when I look back on it.
Thank god I have the ability to see humour in my life....
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| I totally am not this poised when I faint. |
So here is the story of me fainting in a hospital.
Last summer as part of my over achieving lifestyle, I was volunteering at my local children's hospital as a research assistant in the pain research lab (ironic I know).
On this particular day I hadn't been feeling well to begin with, but like the trooper I am I put on my dress and heels and went in anyway.
I was with another member of the lab down in the I.T. department, trying to get my hospital email account set up when it started to hit me. At first I just felt a little weak, so I thought I would be ok as long as I got to sit down relatively soon.
I didn't. The lady working in the I.T. department was quite the chatterbox and kept talking...
My head started to swim Oh god. I thought. This is it. This is it. This is the end!
I felt sick to my stomach and crouched down on the floor, luckily my co-researcher saw that I was less than feeling well and got me a chair.
After I sat down I deteriorated, I got really dizzy, I was sweaty, shaky, the typical symptoms of being about to faint.
Then, they called a Code Blue. In our hospitals this means cardiac arrest. It's what they call when someone goes unconscious. I wasn't fully out, but I was about a hair away from it.
Doctors came barreling in with a crash cart and started bombarding me with questions. When you're about to pass out, it's hard to answer questions about your medical history.
They asked me if I was diabetic, and I couldn't answer, all I could think about was how my ex-boyfriend was diabetic and how I hated him. Nice Jack.
Finally, I managed to eek out that I had Crohn's, and I think things started to make sense to the crash cart team. They kept taking care of me, and finally brought me back to a full conscious state. Then they asked me how old I was. I was 18. Too old for the children's hospital!
It's not my fault. I'm kind of small, I'm only 5'2 (on a good day), I have a small frame (I'm a lady, I'm not sharing my weight) and I have a baby face. So they had assumed I was a child patient...WOOOOW.
So next they called me an ambulance to bring me to the adult hospital. I was unaware they did this until the paramedics showed up. Rather than being grateful and concerned for my health, I had a .... different reaction to this.
Ambulances are expensive, my Oma has had to take a couple and it's been a lot to pay for.
My initial reaction was complete and utter refusal. I was borderline rude to them. "I'm not getting in. You can't make me. I'm fine. I'm not getting in there. I'm not going. I'll walk. No. I'm not getting on that ambulance"
Truthfully, I was a little kooky from almost passing out, and wasn't thinking very clearly....
They ended up having to call my mother who forced me to get in the ambulance after I almost passed out again while arguing with the paramedics.
I got to the ER of the adult hospital and dealt with it all, but when looking back, I must have seemed like a total nutcase to the paramedics.
I hope I'm not the only one who has had crazy experiences like this.
To the paramedics....I'm sorry.
