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On the second (I can't quite remember when, it's sort of fuzzy) I fainted.
Earlier that day the staffing agency had told me and my boyfriend (whom I will call Al because he resembles Weird Al, only bearded) that some openings had come up in Bottle Fillers factory.
Okay, I thought. That's fine. We go in and fill out some paperwork and get through orientation just fine. We have to wear heavy smocks, too. Hairnets, gloves, the works.
So I'm working and all of a sudden I get EXTREMELY nauseous and dizzy. I start to head for a trashcan, then someone suggests I go to the bathroom.
So I start to head that way, and a coworker, "Gator" decides to follow me.
It's a good thing she was there, because I passed the fuck out. That floor was...well, I'm not sure what it was, but it was DAMN HARD. I'd have cracked my head if she hadn't been there to catch me.
They wheel me into the front room, give me water, etc, etc, and I end up going to the ER. I get two IV bags of fluid and the nurses tell me, pretty much, that it was probably heat exhaustion and dehydration.
I agree because...well...I am a dumbass. And my dumbass has never liked to drink water.
They seemed concerned about my EKG, however, and I get to get a heart monitor tomorrow...on my birthday. To wear for 48 hours.
Al put it like this... "Your EKG line would be all normal, then suddenly, it'd go nuts...then right back to normal."
So I'd just like to thank Gator (I did send her a thank you note in) and the nice nurses at the hospital, and the nice EMTs.
The lovely part is that although there was some mixup about Al going back to the line, he was allowed to leave work and go with me to the hospital. Which is good, as I wouldn't have wanted to face my first ER visit for myself alone.
The only "suck" here was my own. Kids...DRINK YOUR DAMN WATER. Or you'll pass out like me.
Earlier that day the staffing agency had told me and my boyfriend (whom I will call Al because he resembles Weird Al, only bearded) that some openings had come up in Bottle Fillers factory.
Okay, I thought. That's fine. We go in and fill out some paperwork and get through orientation just fine. We have to wear heavy smocks, too. Hairnets, gloves, the works.
So I'm working and all of a sudden I get EXTREMELY nauseous and dizzy. I start to head for a trashcan, then someone suggests I go to the bathroom.
So I start to head that way, and a coworker, "Gator" decides to follow me.
It's a good thing she was there, because I passed the fuck out. That floor was...well, I'm not sure what it was, but it was DAMN HARD. I'd have cracked my head if she hadn't been there to catch me.
They wheel me into the front room, give me water, etc, etc, and I end up going to the ER. I get two IV bags of fluid and the nurses tell me, pretty much, that it was probably heat exhaustion and dehydration.
I agree because...well...I am a dumbass. And my dumbass has never liked to drink water.
They seemed concerned about my EKG, however, and I get to get a heart monitor tomorrow...on my birthday. To wear for 48 hours.
Al put it like this... "Your EKG line would be all normal, then suddenly, it'd go nuts...then right back to normal."
So I'd just like to thank Gator (I did send her a thank you note in) and the nice nurses at the hospital, and the nice EMTs.
The lovely part is that although there was some mixup about Al going back to the line, he was allowed to leave work and go with me to the hospital. Which is good, as I wouldn't have wanted to face my first ER visit for myself alone.
The only "suck" here was my own. Kids...DRINK YOUR DAMN WATER. Or you'll pass out like me.
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