Now, there was no need for that...Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
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chthonic, Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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OnceAfter a long day of sailing in the hot summer sun without adequate drinking, I became dehydrated.
Severely. The insidious thing about it is that you have no warning, you just get tired and BANG - heatstroke. I was 15 at the time. It wasn't pleasant.
So I decide that I need to get to the hospital, and try to get up, but the heatstroke had given me the co-ordination of a asthmatic elephant in a field at hay fever season and a migraine the size of Texas.
Struggling with my thoughts, as my brain had taken the consistency of a curdled caramel pudding, I somehow latched onto the fact that my bag full of my stuff (including my ID card and wallet and mobile phone) was in the car, which was locked, and my parents had the keys.
As my parents were on another boat, which was late, this was a problem. Unable to move very far or do anything but lie in a crumpled heap against the car wheel, I proceeded to vomit copiously, depriving myself of precious fluid.
It took my parents three more hours to get back. My father found me slumped against the car wheel and shook me awake (as I had fainted again). He was totally plastered.
I croaked out that I needed my bag. What was his caring, paternal response?
"Yes son, here you go. Do you want me to drive you to hospital?"
No it fucking wasn't. It was:
"WHAT?!? THE FUCK YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU LITTLE SHIT? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT? YOU FUCKING LITTLE DISGRACE OF A FUCK...." ad infinitum.
I didn't need this.
I had heatstroke, severe dehydration, couldn't talk, couldn't stand, was covered in my own vomit and was slipping in and out of consciousness, and my Dad was giving me a bollocking for no reason.
That wasn't the real problem though. Oh not at all.
My interaction with my dad was witnessed by a four year old boy and his grandmother.
That was unnecessary.
My mum rushed me to hospital after I collapsed in front of her, convulsing. After that, I had to wait another three hours in hospital until 2am, when I see the doctor, who told me that had I have waited another four hours to see him, I would have died.
Woo.
(, Sun 19 Jun 2005, 17:18, Reply)
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