Smashy Smashy!According to the account of people in the next room, it sounded as though someone had picked up the toilet and smashed it onto the floor. Rose and Mark both got up and tried knocking on the door, with no response from the unconscious me. So Mark quickly bent a coat hanger to use to unlock the door, and by this time I was just coming to. Needless to say, I did not return to feeling very good right away, and I told Rose that they better call the paramedic, in case I black out again. Karl came in and prayed for me which seemed to help my stress level and nausea immediately. I lay back down as instructed by the 911 dispatch lady, until the paramedics arrived. They put a neck brace on me and helped me out to the stretcher, and I lay down on a spineboard. Strapped in, they brought me to the hospital.
I needed two stitches, and a tetanus shot. That's it. They took blood, did an electrocardiogram, and found nothing out of the ordinary. My blood pressure was fine all the way through. The doctor said he could not give me a diagnosis. I wasn't dehydrated, overheated, or malnourished in any way. Weird. I guess when you take a look at the sink, though, I'm glad to be alive. Which is more than I can say for the sink.
Mark with the artful photography, a la cellphone
5 comments:
Holy cow - you're lucky to be as healty as you are! Those are some pretty nasty jagged pieces of porcelain...
So the guy didn't have any idea why you passed out?
-Adam F
Seriously Nathan, glad to hear you're all right.
The whole "you should see the other guy" thing gets some serious cred with those pictures too.
Though here's my question: should you pay damages for the sink? Because say you were to, hypothetically, smash your fist through a plate-glass window while you were asleep. That's pretty much unconscious, right? Should have taken pictures I guess.
May this be an isolated incident that can be laughed off in the future. Again, glad you're all right.
Like I said Adam, no diagnosis. The paramedic did say something regarding my "endowment"... but that's another story, which I will not post here. Ask Mark. He thought it was hilarious.
Mark's landpeople fixed the sink in record time (I think by Tuesday). They have said nothing to him about payment, which I am relieved to hear.
Laughing always follows near death experiences. There's something hilarious about "cheating" death. It's God's way of showing how ridiculous our assumption of tomorrow coming is.
First of all, I guess I'm glad I waited to read this story on the blog. Something about the written word is very satisfying, not to mention the accompanying photographs for effect (definitely added to the presentation). Of course I'm also glad to hear you're alright.
It would appear you have an idiopathic condition here... that's fancy doctor talk for "we don't know what the heck is going on." Just one of the wonderful things I've learned lately... and even remembered.
As Jared says, we're probably best off if we never have to learn the cause of it. And frankly, if you were going to pass out, at least you did it in spectacular fashion and have a good story to go with it.
God Bless in the recovery.
getting REALLY tired of the bathroom sink. on to bigger and better things?
hint hint
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