from an email sent this morning to a friend in Ecuador:
had a somewhat frightening episode yesterday in that I was up at a fairly decent hour (that's not the frightening part--merely unusual) & ran around town getting some errands taken care of, one of which was getting a haircut. got the haircut, & when the barber turned the chair to the mirror so I could check it out, I felt a little dizzy, then this wave of nausea & light-headedness (this often happens when I see myself in the mirror, but this time it was a bit more intense than usual). I tried to calm things down for a few minutes & then told the barber "I gotta get out of here" & got out of the chair to get some fresh air.
I never made it. about halfway to the door I collapsed, slamming my head against the floor. next thing I knew, there were about six fuzzy shapes that I assumed were people standing over me (my glasses had flown off), somebody said something about calling 911, & there was blood on my hand & (I found out a little bit later) trickling out of a gash over my right eye.
I was near the door, which was open, & a bit of breeze found me & seemed to clear things up somewhat. I got my glasses on, which were bent all the fuck outta shape & sat alright on one ear but one of the earpieces stuck out & up on one side like a wierd, yet strangely stylish, antler.
I was able to get out. I felt fine after a few lungsful of fresh air, & went back in & paid.
things were more or less fine after that.
I talked to my sister about it & it might be that I have a touch of hypoglocemia (or however you spell it)--I hadn't really had anything to eat except for a jug of cranberry juice--so that's something I'll need to watch out for.
(something similar happened about 2 weeks before in that I went out to get some Chinese food & started shaking so bad that I had Egg Foo Yung flying all over the damn place--it was embarassing as hell, & I thought it had to do with the fact that I'd drunk a hell of a lot of coffee that day. anyway, Monday morning, at the Prison, I was radioed over to Death Row--no reason given, jes' get the hell over there. when I responded it turned out that one of the inmates was shaking like I had been at the Chinese resteraunt--medical responded & tested his blood sugar--it was sixty-one--& gave him tubes of glucose but he just couldn't stop shaking. when I had to leave to do feeding 10 mins later or so, he'd stabilized somewhat, but was still vibrating like a live wire.)
had a somewhat frightening episode yesterday in that I was up at a fairly decent hour (that's not the frightening part--merely unusual) & ran around town getting some errands taken care of, one of which was getting a haircut. got the haircut, & when the barber turned the chair to the mirror so I could check it out, I felt a little dizzy, then this wave of nausea & light-headedness (this often happens when I see myself in the mirror, but this time it was a bit more intense than usual). I tried to calm things down for a few minutes & then told the barber "I gotta get out of here" & got out of the chair to get some fresh air.
I never made it. about halfway to the door I collapsed, slamming my head against the floor. next thing I knew, there were about six fuzzy shapes that I assumed were people standing over me (my glasses had flown off), somebody said something about calling 911, & there was blood on my hand & (I found out a little bit later) trickling out of a gash over my right eye.
I was near the door, which was open, & a bit of breeze found me & seemed to clear things up somewhat. I got my glasses on, which were bent all the fuck outta shape & sat alright on one ear but one of the earpieces stuck out & up on one side like a wierd, yet strangely stylish, antler.
I was able to get out. I felt fine after a few lungsful of fresh air, & went back in & paid.
things were more or less fine after that.
I talked to my sister about it & it might be that I have a touch of hypoglocemia (or however you spell it)--I hadn't really had anything to eat except for a jug of cranberry juice--so that's something I'll need to watch out for.
(something similar happened about 2 weeks before in that I went out to get some Chinese food & started shaking so bad that I had Egg Foo Yung flying all over the damn place--it was embarassing as hell, & I thought it had to do with the fact that I'd drunk a hell of a lot of coffee that day. anyway, Monday morning, at the Prison, I was radioed over to Death Row--no reason given, jes' get the hell over there. when I responded it turned out that one of the inmates was shaking like I had been at the Chinese resteraunt--medical responded & tested his blood sugar--it was sixty-one--& gave him tubes of glucose but he just couldn't stop shaking. when I had to leave to do feeding 10 mins later or so, he'd stabilized somewhat, but was still vibrating like a live wire.)