Saturday night

T'has been quite a rough weekend for moi. All week, I'd been feeling slightly off. A little dizzy here, a minor headache there. I just put it down as a cold or something. But you know what it's like when a man gets a cold....IT'S SERIOUS!

 

Saturday night, I felt so rough, I got into bed at 10pm. That's about 8 hours too early for me usually (lol!). I woke at 2:35am, dripping wet and red hot. My temperature was flashing at the 'OMG, you're burning up' mark and worst of all, I really needed to pee, so I stood up, but soon found myself back on my ass with dizzyness, so I woke Anthony and asked him to help me to the loo, to which he kindly obliged.

 

While I was stood there (taking a pee....sorry to be so graphic) I suddenly felt really faint. I panicked....'I need to finish my pee but I need to lay down..oh god!'  I tensed and stressed and urged and cursed. Finally, I'd finished, so I started running toward the bedroom door to lay down quickly. I couldn't even tell Ant why I was running, I just had to do it as fast as possible. I reached for the door and pushed the handle down............

 

Next thing I know, I'm laying on the floor, dripping with sweat with a pillow under my head. There's blood on my fingers and pillow and I have no idea who I am, where I am, or who the two people around me were. My memory came back quick and the first thing I did (from past experience) was check my teeth with my tongue. '1, 2, 3, 4.....Ok, they're fine at that side....what about the other?...1,2,3,4......'

 

I couldn't talk or open my eyes, but I could hear Ant and Mum chatting round me. I'd hit my head against the corner of the cabinet as I passed out and knocked myself out..lol! When I faint, I'm only usually out for about 10 seconds, but Mum and Ant say I was out for at least a minute this time. It's bizarre!

 

I stayed in hospital all of Saturday night while they did blood tests, urine tests, x rays, poking tests, rubbing tests, tickle tests.....everything..lol! They don't know what's up with me, although they found a higher than normal amount of white blood cells in me, but they dunno why. That's seems to be it with hospitals...'You're ill, we don't know why...cya'...lol!

 

It was quite dramatic and upsetting in there though. The Northern General Hospital is scary on a Saturday night! In the bed across from me, there was a guy who'd tried to commit suicide because he has a brain tumour. That was awful to hear. I wasn't being nosie, but it was hard not to hear the conversation as it was so close. In the bed next to him was another suicide victim who refused to tell the doctors what he'd had, and how many, and then in the end bed was an ex co-worker of mine from Tesco who was having drunken epileptic fits. I know the guy quite well but never knew he had those fits!

 

I feel much better now, although my head is really sore and cut from the fall and my throat is killing. Anyone else suffering from similar out there? I think there's a nasty bug goin round! Don't let it floor you!

 

xxx