Passed out last night - always wondered what that would feel like. I never want to do that again. It wasn't much fun. My parents came and picked me up - took me to the "ER". I got my first EKG and now am toting around one of those annoying ECG machines. Thankfully, I only have to wear it for 24 hours. The doctor told me to take it super easy for the next three days. I'm glad that most of the crazy busy stuff at work happened last week. While we were there, I sent a text to my boss that told him I was in the "er". My parents and I laughed about it. It's like the land of Ur but... not. Guess you had to be there, huh? I've got a few bruises but I think things are fine. I'm finally starting to feel like myself again. I still have no idea what happened or what caused that spell and pray that I never have another. It really took it out of me. After it kinda passed and I managed to get back into the bed, I thought how rough that would be on my fam...
Ruminations about being human in a world that expects more...