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I love Halloween. It doesn't have the intense marketing Christmas does (yet). People aren't quite into the Christmas rush. You get to go to parties, wear weird things, watch scary movies, and shuffle through dead leaves all over the place. If, of course, you live in the Northern Hemisphere.
So what did I do last night?
Discovered I had eaten entirely the wrong thing, and spent a LOT of time sitting on the porcelain throne dealing with it. Finally, I called an ambulance. The paramedics must have thought that since I could come to the door myself, I wasn't that sick, and kept firing questions at me about what I'd eaten, when, etc., when I was freezing outside (and wearing slippers, since I hadn't had the energy to put on my shoes).
We took a lovely ride to the hospital, with me shivering all the way. Went inside, and I was told to sit and wait. With the nearest bathroom some distance away.
About an hour later, after a very uncomfortable abdominal exam where the doctor pushed, prodded and poked, an ultrasound exam that left gel all over my clothing, a blood test, and a bag of saline solution administered intravenously, I was cleared to leave. The hospital called a taxi for me. The driver must have been the nicest driver in the whole city; he asked me, in hushed tones, what was wrong with me, and when he dropped me off, he told me to get better, and to go to bed.
Happy Halloween, eh?
So what did I do last night?
Discovered I had eaten entirely the wrong thing, and spent a LOT of time sitting on the porcelain throne dealing with it. Finally, I called an ambulance. The paramedics must have thought that since I could come to the door myself, I wasn't that sick, and kept firing questions at me about what I'd eaten, when, etc., when I was freezing outside (and wearing slippers, since I hadn't had the energy to put on my shoes).
We took a lovely ride to the hospital, with me shivering all the way. Went inside, and I was told to sit and wait. With the nearest bathroom some distance away.
About an hour later, after a very uncomfortable abdominal exam where the doctor pushed, prodded and poked, an ultrasound exam that left gel all over my clothing, a blood test, and a bag of saline solution administered intravenously, I was cleared to leave. The hospital called a taxi for me. The driver must have been the nicest driver in the whole city; he asked me, in hushed tones, what was wrong with me, and when he dropped me off, he told me to get better, and to go to bed.
Happy Halloween, eh?
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