My Faint-Day

Okay so yesterday, I had to get blood work done, and luckily for me, I can have it done in the comfort of my own home, because Michelle is a "vampire" (she takes blood). So I get up early yesterday morning so I can get it done. Michelle tells me I should lay down for this, but me being stupid thinks I'll be fine sitting instead. Big mistake. Of course, the kids were watching for the great spectacle. The funny thing is I was fine up until we were finished. She was cotton-balling my wound when I started to feel funny. The funniest thing about all of this is that I hardly remember anything, so most of what I'm writing is from Michelle's account. I said I felt funny and apparently collapsed. I remember hearing Michelle calling my name and calling for Brad and they brought me over to the couch, where I fell down once Brad let go and when I actually finally gained consciousness again, I was kneeling on the ground, head on couch (though I seem to remember it being on the table, but perceptions are wacky when you're semi-unconscious to unconscious). Michelle started calling my name again and Brad smacked the table to wake me up and they put me on the couch. I remember Michelle moving my hair out of my face as she commented "She's got so much hair." Funny the things you actually remember. Then there was an icepack, a juice box and a banana, I think in that order, but needless to say, I didn't catch my bus to school, by the time I felt stable enough to even sit up, it was too late, plus all my energy was gone, I felt sick to my stomach, so I stayed home.

It's horrible that I fainted, and I hope I never faint again, because it was not a pleasant experience, but the best part about the whole thing was how greatly cared for I felt. I remember passing out when I was younger and mostly just getting a lot of panic and worry from my mom and then I felt guilty, and scared myself. Something must be wrong. But yesterday, I felt okay, because Michelle and Brad were incredibly calm through it, they took care of me and helped me. When I thanked Michelle later, she was humble about it. "Don't say thank you, what were we going to do, leave you on the floor and walk over you?" We joke about it, but seriously, having them there and calm, made me not feel scared, a feeling I've always had when I've passed out in the past (even though that's been years ago). So thank you Brad and Michelle, my 'heroes.' Oh and Brad, sorry you had to get out of bed for that.

That was my experience yesterday. Note to self: Next time Michelle, who is a nurse who knows her stuff, and knows me, I will listen to her when she tells me to lie down. She has every right to look me in the face and say "I told you so."

CHRISSY