the weird thing is, i didn't notice it until i went back to my dorm, after lunch. i started getting these weird pains from the right side of my ribcage. it feels like it's underneath my ribs, dammit. my right shoulder hurts too, and so does my lower back. whenever i inhale, or cough, or laugh, it hurts like hell (i found out about the laughing bit whilst i was watching family guy earlier). i also get dizzy, and i don't know why. i was sitting on my bed, and getting up to get my german book was an exercise in reality distortion. i thought i was gonna be sick right in the middle of my english class, but that might've been b/c we were talking about illegal blood selling in china, which is extremely unsanitary, but nonetheless fairly lucrative. i got that reality fading feeling during the lecture, which i always get right before i pass out. at first, the back of my head feels like it's trying to suffocate my brain. then, everything gets a little fuzzy, and i find it harder to distinguish sounds. this gets worse, b/c whenever i think i'm gonna faint, i panic, which makes it even harder to not faint. this whole passing out thing dates back to when i went in for a blood test a few years back. they were kinda backed up that morning, and as a result the technician was not as...gentle...as she could've been. i was putting on my coat back in the waiting room, and the next thing i know, i'm spread-eagled on that cheap, knobbly low-pile (heck, no-pile) carpeting they always put in waiting rooms. by the way, this universal medical carpeting comes in 3 colors, beige, wintergreen and puke. staring up at a sea of concerned faces also made me panic, b/c although i could see, i couldn't hear. all i got was this awful loud crackly sound, which made me jerk upright in a hurry. this was good, because i could now hear clearly, but bad at the same time, b/c i moved too fast and passed out again. when i regained consciousness again, it was to discover that i had also managed to twist my ankle at some point in the proceedings.
so, as you can determine from my above recollection, i don't donate to the blood bank. now, every time i see a needle, i go into panic-attack mode and start hyperventilating, b/c i don't wanna pass out again. it becomes a vicious cycle.
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AHAHAHA! Sorry, didn't mean to laugh at your misery, but.... It was just too funny! Anywho, feel better!
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