Well, after talking about hospital visits with family members back in New Zealand, guess where I ended up on Wednesday. Yes, I flaked out again at work, a la seizure, a la what happened back in February. What made it worse was that I had a customer on the phone at the time, and I was trying to speak, to finish up the conversation, even to hit the mute button, and my brain to mouth communication and brain to hand movement failed completely.
It felt like an age later when I came to with a paramedic over me, quite cute this time around if I do say so myself, but I am told it was only like five to ten minutes or so. Apparently I didn't convulse strongly, if at all, and the only lasting effect this time around is the bite I gave my tongue - four days later and it is still hurting to eat, to drink and even to talk too much. But no headache, and no muscle ache, so that is a positive.
Four hours in hospital later, just under observation I think, with both Mum and Dad coming in to be with me, before the blood work coming back okay, as it always does, and then let out into rush hour traffic to home. A bit of dizziness Wednesday night and Thursday - I took the day off, and surprise surprise the cricket got watched. And that is all we will talk of this first test at least, the English are getting a pasting.
Friday I went into work, but just did email work, what with the tongue and all, still was feeling like I was talking through cotton wool. Half the reason I went to work on Friday was that it wouldn't look sus when I turned up to the work Christmas party, but really, I shouldn't have bothered.
The party was as dead as the Titanic - two people, including myself, turned up from my team, probably ten or so from the ranks of the permanent staff on my entire floor. Was padded out a bit by the temps who were 'allowed' to turn up after 8pm, but there wasn't a great take up from any of the teams in the entire building. It livened up a bit but I think that was mainly due to the alcohol consumed - I paced myself, after events earlier in the week and all, and basically drank myself sober - somehow it managed to stagger to 11pm and the train home at that time, but I could have taken a pass very easily. Some interesting dynamics in the latest group of temps though...
Yesterday I got myself out of the house, with camera in tow, went to Shorncliffe and Sandgate, then went into town, had a circuit around the Gabba (outside, because it was a sell out), and then went down to Kangaroo Point Cliffs - caught a ferry across the river to town and then caught the train home. Was a good day out - got sunburnt though, so won't be heading out today, more cricket torture watching no doubt.
Paul
It felt like an age later when I came to with a paramedic over me, quite cute this time around if I do say so myself, but I am told it was only like five to ten minutes or so. Apparently I didn't convulse strongly, if at all, and the only lasting effect this time around is the bite I gave my tongue - four days later and it is still hurting to eat, to drink and even to talk too much. But no headache, and no muscle ache, so that is a positive.
Four hours in hospital later, just under observation I think, with both Mum and Dad coming in to be with me, before the blood work coming back okay, as it always does, and then let out into rush hour traffic to home. A bit of dizziness Wednesday night and Thursday - I took the day off, and surprise surprise the cricket got watched. And that is all we will talk of this first test at least, the English are getting a pasting.
Friday I went into work, but just did email work, what with the tongue and all, still was feeling like I was talking through cotton wool. Half the reason I went to work on Friday was that it wouldn't look sus when I turned up to the work Christmas party, but really, I shouldn't have bothered.
The party was as dead as the Titanic - two people, including myself, turned up from my team, probably ten or so from the ranks of the permanent staff on my entire floor. Was padded out a bit by the temps who were 'allowed' to turn up after 8pm, but there wasn't a great take up from any of the teams in the entire building. It livened up a bit but I think that was mainly due to the alcohol consumed - I paced myself, after events earlier in the week and all, and basically drank myself sober - somehow it managed to stagger to 11pm and the train home at that time, but I could have taken a pass very easily. Some interesting dynamics in the latest group of temps though...
Yesterday I got myself out of the house, with camera in tow, went to Shorncliffe and Sandgate, then went into town, had a circuit around the Gabba (outside, because it was a sell out), and then went down to Kangaroo Point Cliffs - caught a ferry across the river to town and then caught the train home. Was a good day out - got sunburnt though, so won't be heading out today, more cricket torture watching no doubt.
Paul
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