Giovenith wrote:Had a long day. It started off with my getting about an hour into my ride cycles when I suddenly got dizzy, had a stomach ache, and started throwing up over the ride fence in front of a bunch of horrified looking guests. Coworkers took over and told me to go rest, so I run to the bathroom, thinking I'll just take the time to clear out all my toxins there and get better. Nope, get worse. Body keeps trying to throw up, nothing comes out, and I start getting extremely debilitating cramps to the point where I'm sweating, shaking, and pretty damn sure I can't get up and walk despite being on the clock. Literally had no other choice but to just curl up on the stall floor. Was walked in on by a typical group of happy-go-lucky park-goers who went from cheer to pure horror when they saw one of the park employees curled up into a little ball of agony on the bathroom floor. Being a tad on the younger side, was immediately closely fretted over by the mothers of the group, "Are you okay honey? Where does it hurt? Here, there? Oh jee, abdomen pains, those aren't a good sign, you might need to go to the ER." (very reassuring, thank you)
Older children of the group retrieved several coworkers to escort me out to the First Aid clinic where I was allowed to drink water and just lay on a be for thirty minutes while shaking and baring through my stomach pains. Was offered to be allowed to go home, turned it down just to see how I would feel (also felt crappy about the idea of leaving everyone else with the work). Slowly, just laying there, got better. Was told that if it happened again to just come back and they would send me home.
Was perfect for the rest of the day. I assume it was a combination of the horrible heat and a certain time of month, but damn it was scary at the time.
Mother was not pleased when she picked me up and heard the story.
"Why did you stay?! You should have called me! I would have picked you up!"
"Because I had to work till 8."
"But still!"
"Because I was fine for the rest of the day."
"But still!"
"Because it takes like an hour for you to get here."
"But still!"
"Because you were in the middle of work at the time too."
"BUT STILL!!!!"
Moral of the story: Drink water, kids. You think just because you had some like 10 minutes ago you'll be fine? Nnnnnnnnnnnope. Summer in the midwest don't play that shit.
Allo!
Dehydration is a bitch. Water and gatorade are my best friends nowadays. Oh, and salt; salt is good.