This was a post from last week, ANOTHER that I forgot to put up -
Friday night, Tyson (fiance), Wayne (roommate) and myself were all sitting around the table smoking a bowl. I felt fine. What you should know first is that I had just gotten off my period, hadnt eaten all day, and had just donated plasma. I took a few sips off a beer and suddenly felt as if a panic attack was coming on. I decided I should go stick my head out the window to relax, maybe have a smoke, but when I stood up, I barely made it to Waynes bedroom couch (which is probably only 7 feet away). I was very dizzy, my vision was swimming and my knees were rubbery. Again I tried to make it to the window, but I only made it as far as Waynes bed and had to sit back down. It was so strong that I decided it would be best to just go sit in the bathroom and tried to head back. Again, I had to sit on the couch, then the dinning room chair and started telling the guys that I didnt feel right. My body temp jumped and I peeled my sweater off, saying Im hot Im so hot this sucks, I dont feel right. I guess Tyson and Wayne were making jokes with me, asking if I was having a hot flash but I wasnt really responding. I stood up and said I needed to go to the bathroom. I made it through the living room but as soon as I got to the hallway, I felt my legs turn to rubber and apparently, I blacked out. Tyson said I turned, my arm kind of twitched and I went backwards, nailing my head on the floor. I think when I went down, the head-rattle gave me a concussion. I more heard the impact than felt it. So, I think Im in this awesome deep sleep, but I hear Tysons voice far away, saying something like, Mardi! Are you ok? What are you doing on the floor? Mardi! Wake up! I open my eyes and all I see is his silhouette leaning over me and Im thinking, Noo, dont wake me up. Im sleeping so good Then my eyes adjust and I realize that Im flat on my back in the hallway and I am totally confused. I hear Wayne asking if I hit my head because hes pretty sure he heard it bounce off the floor twice. I check my head, very slowly and when Tyson is asking me again if Im ok, if I can get up, and my body temp goes through the roof again. I start pulling at my scarf saying, Im so hot. Get this off me. Im so hot.
Then I tell him I need him to open the window in the bathroom. He keeps asking me if Im ok and if I can get up, but I just tell him to open the windows. My brain is moving very slow at this point, and while I can hear the urgency and fear in Tysons voice, I simply cannot react any differently. He opens the windows for me, comes back and asks again if I can get up. I tell him I dont know, but if I can, I probably cant stay up. He helps me to my feet and we make it to the bathroom. I keep saying to him, I need to use the bathroom. and he keeps saying, I know you do. But what Im trying to explain is that I have to poop, but I dont think I can hold myself up on the toilet but the words just dont come out. I think I managed to get my shorts unbuttoned, but then it all hits me all over again and I start to fall. The last thing I remember here is clawing at Tysons shirt and him saying something like, Oh my God, baby! I dont remember this part, but what he said was that he caught me in his arms, facing the mirror and in the reflection he watched my eyes roll into the back of my head, my skin tone went from normal to white to yellow, corpse like, and my body tightened up, then started convulsing. He screamed for Wayne to call 911 and carefully put me on the floor. He said my color was all wrong, colors hed never seen before and that I no longer looked real. He kept yelling my name, trying to wake me up but my body was still mildly convulsing and I wasnt breathing. Then, just like that, BAM! A small line of vomit shot out of my mouth and I took a huge breath of air. He said my color immediately went back to normal and I looked at him all confused. He said something like, Jesus Christ, baby, are you ok? You just scared the shit out of me, I thought you were dying! I felt very confused but was aware that I had just threw up a little. Then I realized that the puke had landed in my hair. My very first words to him were, Ohh, goddamnit, is there puke in my hair? He kind of laughed and said, Fuck your hair, are you ok? Can you get up? I told him I needed some water and a cold cloth and something for this nasty shit in my hair.
I heard Wayne on the phone, talking to 911 and I said, Ohh, shit guys, dont call an ambulance, Im fine now. Really, Im ok. Im not going to the hospital. But they were already on their way. Tyson brought me what I asked for and squatted on the floor next to me, eyes as wide as saucers. I could tell I had given him a pretty severe scare. The EMTs came in and checked me out, but it was clear that whatever had happened to me was over. I probably looked like a date rape victim - my shorts were unzipped and you could see my floral fishnets sticking out. I was wearing knee high boots and a Nightmare on Elm Street teeshirt I cant even imagine what they thought was going on in our house. I was slightly out of it the rest of the evening, very sleepy but I stayed awake for several hours since I knew I had hit my head. I was okay most of the day yesterday, but did feel a bit woozy a couple of times. Today Im incredibly sore, like I was hit by a small car and feeling a little sad, but apparently these are all symptoms of concussions. Im taking it pretty easy, so I apologize to those of you that are owed a video. Im trying to get everything back in order as fast as I can. Had to reschedule my CPR class yesterday, too.
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TODAY - feeling much better. I think my concussion is now symptom free and the chest cold I had last week is gone outside of this annoying cough. Vitamin C and Muscinex can go a long way.
Christmas was pretty great, even though I miss my family. I gotta say, not traveling for the holidays for once has been nice.
I've been looking at beauty schools round here, and it's looking like Portland Beauty School is where its at. They've got more courses to choose from and are nearly half the price as Mt. Hood CC and NW. Hopefully I'll be going on a tour in the next week and can land some financial aid.
Damn, Ive got a lot of stuff coming up -
Dec 30, 2011
CPR Class
Donate plasma
Hair cut/color - greens, blues and purples kind of like this -
Jan 9, 2012
Last GED Test - Social Studies
Jan 10, 2012
Piercing License $150
Jan 30, 2012
My 29th Birthday
Other things I've recently done -
- replaced coffee with hot tea in the morning
- only smoked 2 cigarettes a day since Monday (Im ready to quit)
- made cannabis Xmas cookies for the first time
- no eating after 8pm
- finally found a red lipstick that won't fade (seriously, it wont come off until you clean it off with makeup remover)
Annnnd onto the photos from the last week -
OH! And PLEASE vote for me to win a spot on the cover of Inked Girls Magazine - you can vote every day!
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Friday night, Tyson (fiance), Wayne (roommate) and myself were all sitting around the table smoking a bowl. I felt fine. What you should know first is that I had just gotten off my period, hadnt eaten all day, and had just donated plasma. I took a few sips off a beer and suddenly felt as if a panic attack was coming on. I decided I should go stick my head out the window to relax, maybe have a smoke, but when I stood up, I barely made it to Waynes bedroom couch (which is probably only 7 feet away). I was very dizzy, my vision was swimming and my knees were rubbery. Again I tried to make it to the window, but I only made it as far as Waynes bed and had to sit back down. It was so strong that I decided it would be best to just go sit in the bathroom and tried to head back. Again, I had to sit on the couch, then the dinning room chair and started telling the guys that I didnt feel right. My body temp jumped and I peeled my sweater off, saying Im hot Im so hot this sucks, I dont feel right. I guess Tyson and Wayne were making jokes with me, asking if I was having a hot flash but I wasnt really responding. I stood up and said I needed to go to the bathroom. I made it through the living room but as soon as I got to the hallway, I felt my legs turn to rubber and apparently, I blacked out. Tyson said I turned, my arm kind of twitched and I went backwards, nailing my head on the floor. I think when I went down, the head-rattle gave me a concussion. I more heard the impact than felt it. So, I think Im in this awesome deep sleep, but I hear Tysons voice far away, saying something like, Mardi! Are you ok? What are you doing on the floor? Mardi! Wake up! I open my eyes and all I see is his silhouette leaning over me and Im thinking, Noo, dont wake me up. Im sleeping so good Then my eyes adjust and I realize that Im flat on my back in the hallway and I am totally confused. I hear Wayne asking if I hit my head because hes pretty sure he heard it bounce off the floor twice. I check my head, very slowly and when Tyson is asking me again if Im ok, if I can get up, and my body temp goes through the roof again. I start pulling at my scarf saying, Im so hot. Get this off me. Im so hot.
Then I tell him I need him to open the window in the bathroom. He keeps asking me if Im ok and if I can get up, but I just tell him to open the windows. My brain is moving very slow at this point, and while I can hear the urgency and fear in Tysons voice, I simply cannot react any differently. He opens the windows for me, comes back and asks again if I can get up. I tell him I dont know, but if I can, I probably cant stay up. He helps me to my feet and we make it to the bathroom. I keep saying to him, I need to use the bathroom. and he keeps saying, I know you do. But what Im trying to explain is that I have to poop, but I dont think I can hold myself up on the toilet but the words just dont come out. I think I managed to get my shorts unbuttoned, but then it all hits me all over again and I start to fall. The last thing I remember here is clawing at Tysons shirt and him saying something like, Oh my God, baby! I dont remember this part, but what he said was that he caught me in his arms, facing the mirror and in the reflection he watched my eyes roll into the back of my head, my skin tone went from normal to white to yellow, corpse like, and my body tightened up, then started convulsing. He screamed for Wayne to call 911 and carefully put me on the floor. He said my color was all wrong, colors hed never seen before and that I no longer looked real. He kept yelling my name, trying to wake me up but my body was still mildly convulsing and I wasnt breathing. Then, just like that, BAM! A small line of vomit shot out of my mouth and I took a huge breath of air. He said my color immediately went back to normal and I looked at him all confused. He said something like, Jesus Christ, baby, are you ok? You just scared the shit out of me, I thought you were dying! I felt very confused but was aware that I had just threw up a little. Then I realized that the puke had landed in my hair. My very first words to him were, Ohh, goddamnit, is there puke in my hair? He kind of laughed and said, Fuck your hair, are you ok? Can you get up? I told him I needed some water and a cold cloth and something for this nasty shit in my hair.
I heard Wayne on the phone, talking to 911 and I said, Ohh, shit guys, dont call an ambulance, Im fine now. Really, Im ok. Im not going to the hospital. But they were already on their way. Tyson brought me what I asked for and squatted on the floor next to me, eyes as wide as saucers. I could tell I had given him a pretty severe scare. The EMTs came in and checked me out, but it was clear that whatever had happened to me was over. I probably looked like a date rape victim - my shorts were unzipped and you could see my floral fishnets sticking out. I was wearing knee high boots and a Nightmare on Elm Street teeshirt I cant even imagine what they thought was going on in our house. I was slightly out of it the rest of the evening, very sleepy but I stayed awake for several hours since I knew I had hit my head. I was okay most of the day yesterday, but did feel a bit woozy a couple of times. Today Im incredibly sore, like I was hit by a small car and feeling a little sad, but apparently these are all symptoms of concussions. Im taking it pretty easy, so I apologize to those of you that are owed a video. Im trying to get everything back in order as fast as I can. Had to reschedule my CPR class yesterday, too.
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TODAY - feeling much better. I think my concussion is now symptom free and the chest cold I had last week is gone outside of this annoying cough. Vitamin C and Muscinex can go a long way.
Christmas was pretty great, even though I miss my family. I gotta say, not traveling for the holidays for once has been nice.
I've been looking at beauty schools round here, and it's looking like Portland Beauty School is where its at. They've got more courses to choose from and are nearly half the price as Mt. Hood CC and NW. Hopefully I'll be going on a tour in the next week and can land some financial aid.
Damn, Ive got a lot of stuff coming up -
Dec 30, 2011
CPR Class
Donate plasma
Hair cut/color - greens, blues and purples kind of like this -
Jan 9, 2012
Last GED Test - Social Studies
Jan 10, 2012
Piercing License $150
Jan 30, 2012
My 29th Birthday
Other things I've recently done -
- replaced coffee with hot tea in the morning
- only smoked 2 cigarettes a day since Monday (Im ready to quit)
- made cannabis Xmas cookies for the first time
- no eating after 8pm
- finally found a red lipstick that won't fade (seriously, it wont come off until you clean it off with makeup remover)
Annnnd onto the photos from the last week -
OH! And PLEASE vote for me to win a spot on the cover of Inked Girls Magazine - you can vote every day!
http://t.co/ntjPAam3
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Fun shots on the train?
Have a great new year!