i should have stayed in bed

today was a day for all days. a whopper of an occasion, and i didn't even get my crown.

have you ever feel like a spectacle? an object of attention, rather than affection? well, today was that day. i had a doctors appt. yes, it was one of "those" appointments. rather frustrating really, you men have it so good.

into the room enters my doctor. a woman which is fine by me since after having had two children i don't think it is really possible to have a "preference". at this point i could care less. by the end of the appointment i felt like the loser in a clown car. you know, the one tied to the hood since all the other room was taken. seriously, they were coming out of the woodwork! the doc had a trainee, the nurse had a trainee, and later on in the appointment i was told the supervisor and trainee would also be joining us to check the progress of the appointment. they should have done a casting call. at least i could have gotten paid some outrageous amount for playing the leading lady. ugh. can it get any crazier?!

yes, i humbly admit that it can. and it did. there should have been some wood nearby, i might have been saved some further grief. because at that very moment, out of the clear blue sky, i passed out. according to them they thought i had a siezure. what a day, what a day...

the funny thing is i remember passing out. calling out to the doc that i was indeed leaving them for the peaceful land of sleep and wild dreams. according to her though, no one heard a peep. i was yelling people, where were you? i am amazed at how the body goes from total coherency to the deepest levels of REM in a matter of moments. beyond my understanding. but, wow! is it cool! i remember thinking that this "slide show" was awesome. no idea what was on the slides, but it was like watching a projector show (is that even what you call it? hmmm...) of the crazies and all their kin. so cool. better than being high. (sadly enough, i have a cashe of moments from my teenage years available for adequate comparison here)

and then i woke up. pandemonium had broken loose and i had slept through the entire ordeal. yes i was here, but man i couldn't move any extremities and i felt as though i had just run a marathon. (kudos, honestgrl, kudos...) head to toe tingled like the foot being woken from its sleep and even though i knew i had passed out, i simply could not place where i was or what was going on. (where did all these clowns come from?) off to the ER i go...

short story is that 4 hours later i was discharged without really knowing if it was a seizure. the best they could do is say that the tests spoke to the negative and my symptoms to the positive. what do you say to that?! i felt like a left-turn blinker... yes i did, no i didn't, yes i did... i think the "trainees" followed me all across the hospital though. i got pricked, unnecessarily, twice. the three could have only been one if they had remembered the protocol. and to top it off they would not give me something to eat. my 8 o'clock appointment is to early to eat for me, but by my noontime stay i was a raging lion. grrr...

the best part of this day was watching the trainee nurse and doc grin like two leprechauns who'd just hit the pot 'o gold at the end of the rainbow. "i've been here two weeks" she says, "and its never been this exciting yet!". glad i am. glad i could be of service, if only for your amusement. yay, me.