have y’all ever seen a pig race?
Went and saw the Live Girls! Cabaret for the first time last night - those crazy ladies have been trying to get me involved with it, but I just don’t do anything Cabaret-y. Or, at leat that’s what I thought. After seeing some of the goings-on last night, I might have to re-evaluate what defines a Cabaret.
This one was a Country Fair theme, and involved a pig race, a beer-chugging contest, a pie-eating contest (that degenerated into a piefight), and a bunch of other stuff too weird or wild to mention. I came home with the Klingon Butt-Plug Squash, which I won for having the correct answer to the Oktoberfest Trivia Challenge. (Sort of.) I got to hang out with Alison U. and Tom from Mad Science, as well as Rebekah from the J and her friend Wendy (whom I think I might have met a long time ago when she taught at the Center school.) A good, raucous time was had by all…
for awhile, at least. I went outside after the show to talk to some people, and all of a sudden found myself so dizzy that I couldn’t sit up straight anymore. It was like I was randomly hit, out of the blue, by a severe case of the drunk. You know, the kind of drunk you get after several hours of drinking, and about ten minutes before you begin to toss your cookies for several hours. I said “Excuse me, I need to go back inside” and proceeded to make it to the foot of the stairs, where I had to sit down because my legs were shaking so much that I couldn’t walk and everything was turning upside down. After a minute or so there, I climbed up the flight of stairs and sort of clawed my way through the theatre to get to the restroom. The bathroom was being used, so I was going to have to sit by the door, ‘cause the standing wasn’t working for me. Just as I was deciding to sit, I blacked out, and woke up a couple of minutes (?) later sort of sitting, and really fucking confused. My arm and leg muscles were trembling, and I had a really hard time sitting myself upright, since I had basically just collapsed onto my back on the floor.
Ten minutes later, I was fine. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me, but considering that I had only consumed one shot of vodka - and two swallows of beer - over a TWO HOUR PERIOD preceding this, I was freaked out. Has this happened to any of you? I haven’t felt that terrible since the night I got that concussion at the Concrete Blonde concert. In any case, it sucked. Friends with medical expertise, please advise.
Today was awful. The kids were hitting and kicking and pulling hair and trying to bite and crying crying crying SCREAMING. It’s like all the wonderful kids I normally teach were posessed by Satan and then returned to me and my co-teacher for the day. Now, this particular co-teacher is only with me on Fridays for about four hours. She left crying today. It makes me feel vindicated that I’m the only one who’s with these kids 40 hours a week and I can handle it. I mean, they’re great kids, but they’re 2 years old, for crying out loud. How many 2 year olds can you handle for eight hours a day?
Anyway. I finally get a break, which is really exciting on a day like today. And as soon as it starts, it’s over again.
Oy vey.
Alicia— It sounds like you should totally get that checked out, especially if you have insurance. Passing out (especially over so little alcohol) is just plain strange. Also, not to scare you, but some people who take birth control for long periods of time have an increased risk of blood clots. Maybe you had a small one that travelled upstairs (?) As in, mild stroke. Get it looked at.
Well, that last part don’t apply to me, so much. And it TOTALLY freaked me out, so I guess I’ll just have to find a primary care provider, or whatever. I haven’t really figured my insurance out yet. (It’s complimicated.)
Had you eaten anything? I’ve never fainted, but I had something similar happen twice now, and my absolutely *non-medical* guess is that it was probably hypoglycemic shock — i.e. your blood glucose level bottoms out, and your brain stops functioning right until it figures out what the hell is going on. I don’t have insurance, so I haven’t had it checked out, but this is my educated guess because:
1) I have a family history of diabetes
2) both times, I hadn’t eaten real food but had eaten candy, which fucks with your blood glucose
3) it was temporary, and eating non-sugary food helped resolve it.
That said, you SHOULD have it checked out. The Country Doctor medical clinic on Capitol Hill will see you for around $40 out-of-pocket, and it’s not too hard to get an appointment there. They do take insurance, too, but I have no info about submitting for it, so I can’t help you there.
Scary, wasn’t it? You don’t want it to happen again, do you? So get it checked out.
Seriously, I’m thinking about it. Especially considering that for the past two days, I’ve had what I think is heartburn so badly that it’s making me crazy, and no amount of OTC stuff is doing any good. Gah.
I guess that’s what sick days are supposed to be used for. Dagnabbit.
I get that sometimes, but it’s usually from sitting down and drinking and then standing up. Alcohol-juiced blood suddenly rushing to the head and all that.
I like to call that feeling “Walking the block between the Cha Cha and home”