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I'm fine, but today was officially the worst day at work....EVER...for me, anyway 
I had originally been scheduled at a site less than 15 mintues from my house that starts at 7:30 and gets out at 4. Which was great because I had a big date tonight, and that would've let me dash home to shower and change and still have plenty of time to get to the date.
6AM...alarm goes off...I wake up feeling happy....hmm....why am I happy on a Tuesday?? Oh yeah! DATE NIGHT!
*RING!!!*
Work phone....I hadn't even turned the fucking light on yet.
Bossman calling....The Bollocksing Wanker is out sick...I need to go cover his site at a hospital FORTY MILES AWAY.
Son of a....!!!!!!
*siiiigh....*
So I went there. Turned out to be a blessing in disguise....
After lunch my guts started rumbling.....I ultimately found it necessary to go out to my car and dip into my emergency stash of Immodium.
An hour later my guts were still cramping up and I had to rush to the bathroom....the one near the copy center was full so I ran up the stairs to the one outside the cafeteria.
The cramping and pain was so bad it was making me nauseous and it just would not go away....in fact it got so intense that I suddenly went cold and clammy, started sweating bullets and I genuinely felt that I was going to pass out.
Thankfully the pain subsided just enough that I was able to quickly get cleaned up and pull my pants up (Thank God!), and staggered out of the bathroom. I really didn't want to pass out in the bathroom alone where I might smash my head and lie there for who knows how long....
I spotted a chair and made a beeline for it. It was cooler in the hallway and I took a few deep breaths, hoping that would help. It really didn't, and the feeling of being about to pass out re-intensified, so I looked up and called out to two hospital staff who were nearby but had their backs to me. I told them I was about to pass out and they immediately called for help. I was still sweating bullets, and the next thing I knew I hear "Plan A....Cafeteria" being called out on the PA.
A woman who identified herself as an ER nurse started talking to me and I explained what happened. Then more ER people showed up with a stretcher and I got the "wonderful" experience of being carted off to the ER while on my back looking up at the lights rushing by.
They did a whole battery of tests. BP ok, blood sugar ok (not diabetic or hypoglycemic), pulse ok, temperature ok. Pain still there but at last subsiding.
They hooked me up to the EKG and didn't see any heart issues (and I later counted up a total of FOURTEEN EKG electrodes/stickers attached to me! Is that enough??).
They also inserted an IV and started some fluids and anti-nausea medication, and drew some blood. They also put an oxygen line on my nose
Passed out cold when they put the IV needle in. Apparently they had anticipated this, and it confirmed what they thought had happened earlier: I had a vasovagal response.
They left me on the IV and oxygen until the blood work came back about an hour later. Final diagnosis was dehydration (not helped by the diarrhea I'd been having) and vasovagal syncope. I was ordered to take it easy for the rest of the day and to take a day off to rest and push fluids.
So, long story short, I'm fine. But fuck me......what bad work day.
Oh, and when I went back to the copy center to get my stuff, I found someone had taped a note to the computer that said "TWO HOUR LUNCH??? It's 1/2 hour here!!"
(Yes, I did end up explaining to the contact what had happened and they were suitably concerned.)
Not looking forward to the paperwork this is going to result in.
Date went well, btw!
ETA: Yes, I went on the date anyway. It was an important one that I did not want to postpone (been going out for two weeks with her! ). We weren't doing anything too stressful...dinner and then couch cuddle time 
I was fine....they'd pushed a whole 1000cc bag of saline and I had a bunch to drink after that.
And now I have to go to bed...
I had originally been scheduled at a site less than 15 mintues from my house that starts at 7:30 and gets out at 4. Which was great because I had a big date tonight, and that would've let me dash home to shower and change and still have plenty of time to get to the date.
6AM...alarm goes off...I wake up feeling happy....hmm....why am I happy on a Tuesday?? Oh yeah! DATE NIGHT!
*RING!!!*
Work phone....I hadn't even turned the fucking light on yet.
Bossman calling....The Bollocksing Wanker is out sick...I need to go cover his site at a hospital FORTY MILES AWAY.
Son of a....!!!!!!
*siiiigh....*
So I went there. Turned out to be a blessing in disguise....
After lunch my guts started rumbling.....I ultimately found it necessary to go out to my car and dip into my emergency stash of Immodium.
An hour later my guts were still cramping up and I had to rush to the bathroom....the one near the copy center was full so I ran up the stairs to the one outside the cafeteria.
The cramping and pain was so bad it was making me nauseous and it just would not go away....in fact it got so intense that I suddenly went cold and clammy, started sweating bullets and I genuinely felt that I was going to pass out.
Thankfully the pain subsided just enough that I was able to quickly get cleaned up and pull my pants up (Thank God!), and staggered out of the bathroom. I really didn't want to pass out in the bathroom alone where I might smash my head and lie there for who knows how long....
I spotted a chair and made a beeline for it. It was cooler in the hallway and I took a few deep breaths, hoping that would help. It really didn't, and the feeling of being about to pass out re-intensified, so I looked up and called out to two hospital staff who were nearby but had their backs to me. I told them I was about to pass out and they immediately called for help. I was still sweating bullets, and the next thing I knew I hear "Plan A....Cafeteria" being called out on the PA.
A woman who identified herself as an ER nurse started talking to me and I explained what happened. Then more ER people showed up with a stretcher and I got the "wonderful" experience of being carted off to the ER while on my back looking up at the lights rushing by.
They did a whole battery of tests. BP ok, blood sugar ok (not diabetic or hypoglycemic), pulse ok, temperature ok. Pain still there but at last subsiding.
They hooked me up to the EKG and didn't see any heart issues (and I later counted up a total of FOURTEEN EKG electrodes/stickers attached to me! Is that enough??).
They also inserted an IV and started some fluids and anti-nausea medication, and drew some blood. They also put an oxygen line on my nose
Passed out cold when they put the IV needle in. Apparently they had anticipated this, and it confirmed what they thought had happened earlier: I had a vasovagal response.
They left me on the IV and oxygen until the blood work came back about an hour later. Final diagnosis was dehydration (not helped by the diarrhea I'd been having) and vasovagal syncope. I was ordered to take it easy for the rest of the day and to take a day off to rest and push fluids.
So, long story short, I'm fine. But fuck me......what bad work day.
Oh, and when I went back to the copy center to get my stuff, I found someone had taped a note to the computer that said "TWO HOUR LUNCH??? It's 1/2 hour here!!"
(Yes, I did end up explaining to the contact what had happened and they were suitably concerned.)
Not looking forward to the paperwork this is going to result in.
Date went well, btw!
ETA: Yes, I went on the date anyway. It was an important one that I did not want to postpone (been going out for two weeks with her!
). We weren't doing anything too stressful...dinner and then couch cuddle time I was fine....they'd pushed a whole 1000cc bag of saline and I had a bunch to drink after that.
And now I have to go to bed...
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