| Listening: The Haunted Mansion is 
          on in the background. I know its not high quality cinema but that is 
          my favorite ride at Disneyland. Reading (perhaps quality): She's a Rebel: 
          The History of Women in Rock and Roll by Gillian G. Gaar  Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing right 
          now Drinking:  Trying to just sip some water | May 18, 200810:11 am
 Scene opens, about 3 pm 
          yesterday. My cell phone rings and I pick it up. 
          Me: Hi, Dad.Dad: Hi, Honey. What are you up to?Me: Well right now I'm curled up in the backseat of a small purple 
            car, parked in a parking garage in Columbia Maryland. Now that I've gotten to deliver that 
          line to my father, I feel like there's no use answering that question 
          again. I mean the answer is never going to get any better... 
 The full story? Yesterday 
          was going to Wine in the Woods with Watt, 
          Coreen, and Coreen's mom. 
          Had been feeling a little tetchy all day - had had breakfast and drank 
          some water but was with a not great stomach and a little warm but I 
          attributed the former to a bad dinner the night before and the latter 
          to the a/c being on low in the car. We got to the festival, started 
          waiting in line. My stomach was feeling weird and I was a little headachy 
          but I was okay-ish.  Then when we were towards 
          the front of the line I felt that familiar set of symptoms: nausea, 
          cold sweat, tingling limbs, and vision starting to close in. Its been 
          a while since I had heat exhaustion but it was all pretty unmistakable. 
         I told Coreen I had to 
          go sit in the shade, she walked me over to a tree and I sat down, then 
          laid down. Managed to stay conscious but I knew there was no way I could 
          go and be social. So she walked me back to the car (the EMT staff there 
          were be-yond useless and didn't even ask me if anything was wrong when 
          I near-collapsed to the ground 20 feet from them), opened the windows 
          so I could get the cross breeze and I settled in with some water and 
          banana and tried to sleep it off. After a couple of hours, 
          dad called and I confirmed with the advice nurse that I wasn't going 
          to die this time. Got up out of the car, and joined the gang at the 
          festival. Didn't drink (sad for a wine festival but it didn't 
          seem a good idea) but had a great time hanging out with the girls and 
          a bunch of Watt's friends from B'more. Came home afterwards and made 
          myself drink more water, catch some sleep, and this morning I feel jumps 
          and jumps better. 
 Its been at least a couple 
          of years since this has happened. It makes me nervous that it seems 
          to be happening when the weather is nice and I'm not doing anything 
          physically exerting. And other people don't drink tons of water and 
          don't get like that. But most of all, I'm just so used to telling my 
          body what to do that its hard when it starts telling me otherwise. But I am okay. No heat 
          stroke, Gatorade or water in my bag at all times. And a lot more respect 
          for being aware of (and even obeying) my limits. 
 | Doing (life and related tasks): Laundry, 
          cleaning, recouping. Doing (crafty stuff): Pinned a bunch of clothes that need alterations, the sewing starts tonight Wanting: Nothing and everything. Anticipating: Bridesmaids Bar Crawl this 
          month, Artomatic, James Bond films al fresco, and a overall return to 
          the social scene. |