Overheating: It's Not Just For Cars (Warning: TMI)
Really. I wasn't kidding about this whole post being TMI. It ain't about cars, and you should skip this post if you have a weak stomach. Consider yourself warned.
On Friday, my entire (all five of us) department went out to lunch. And when I say "out" I mean OUT. We ate outside, in the sunlight. Had I known about this, I would have prepared. I would have brought sunscreen to work. Cowboy invited LEL to sit in the one chair that was in the shade. I somehow managing to avoid acting like a brat and not whine, "But what about MEEEEEEEEE?!" I didn't just sit IN the sun. I sat facing the sun. By the end of the lunch my face hurt from having squinted for an hour and a half. Back at the office I surveyed the damage. Not too bad. My face wasn't that red, and I had a slight burn on my chest (damn v-neck shirts). I didn't feel well, but told myself I couldn't possibly have overheated since it was cool outside.
Oh, how wrong I was. My chest is fucking BURNT. I've slathered on so much aloe that my poor aloe plant looks like it got in a fight with a cactus and lost.
On Saturday I went shopping with a friend at an indoor mall. We bought some big things, so we ran in and out of the mall a couple of times to load goodies in her car. Really bad move on my part. Rule Number One of being someone who overheats easily: Do not go back and forth from cool to warm air multiple times. Malls are always slightly too warm for me.
We ate lunch in the mall. After lunch I wasn't feeling very well, but figured I'd be good long enough that I could get home, take some Advil, and be fine in a half hour.
Oh, how wrong I was. When we got to Target I yanked off my jacket. I even told my friend I thought I was overheating. By the time she dropped me at the train station, I was wondering if I should force myself to throw up before getting onto a train.
When I overheat or get motion sickness, I follow a formula: overheat, get a headache, headache turns to migraine, feel like shit, cry, eventually throw up, pass out, sleep, wake up fresh as a daisy. Really. Every damn time. A friend recently asked me if I throw up a lot, and I told her no, but I used to get carsick, so I'm a pro. I wasn't lying. I'm really good at throwing up. I can throw up in a car moving 60 miles an hour without getting my clothes messy. I can throw up into my garbage pail while lying in my bed. Which reminds me. Dad, thanks for throwing out my garbage that time.
The train came and I decided to get on it. My ride was almost an hour long. At the first stop I changed seats so I would be sitting facing the direction the train was going. Facing backwards was just making things worse. Then the sun was in my eyes. I felt myself getting warmer, and at the next stop changed seats again to get out of the sun. Why do trains rock from side to side a little bit if they're moving forwards? At the next stop I considered running off the train to throw up into a trash can. But I wasn't sure I would make it back onto the train before it started moving again.
Somehow I made it to my stop. God must have noticed how badly I was feeling because all the escalators were working in my favor. I actually considered getting a cab to take me home. I truly wasn't sure I could walk the two blocks. Somehow I did.
Came home, threw up. Waited to feel better. It didn't come. What the fuck? Where's my FEEL BETTER???? I went to sleep. Woke up around 10 p.m. Threw up two more times. There's my feel better. Woke up around 5 a.m., fresh as a daisy. And I've been up ever since. I would like to stop being so sensitive, but I'm almost 30 and don't think that's something I can change. So, I really need to start being more sensitive to my sensitivities so I won't have to waste entire Saturday nights being sick. Because I have things to do on Saturday nights. You know, like my laundry.
On Friday, my entire (all five of us) department went out to lunch. And when I say "out" I mean OUT. We ate outside, in the sunlight. Had I known about this, I would have prepared. I would have brought sunscreen to work. Cowboy invited LEL to sit in the one chair that was in the shade. I somehow managing to avoid acting like a brat and not whine, "But what about MEEEEEEEEE?!" I didn't just sit IN the sun. I sat facing the sun. By the end of the lunch my face hurt from having squinted for an hour and a half. Back at the office I surveyed the damage. Not too bad. My face wasn't that red, and I had a slight burn on my chest (damn v-neck shirts). I didn't feel well, but told myself I couldn't possibly have overheated since it was cool outside.
Oh, how wrong I was. My chest is fucking BURNT. I've slathered on so much aloe that my poor aloe plant looks like it got in a fight with a cactus and lost.
On Saturday I went shopping with a friend at an indoor mall. We bought some big things, so we ran in and out of the mall a couple of times to load goodies in her car. Really bad move on my part. Rule Number One of being someone who overheats easily: Do not go back and forth from cool to warm air multiple times. Malls are always slightly too warm for me.
We ate lunch in the mall. After lunch I wasn't feeling very well, but figured I'd be good long enough that I could get home, take some Advil, and be fine in a half hour.
Oh, how wrong I was. When we got to Target I yanked off my jacket. I even told my friend I thought I was overheating. By the time she dropped me at the train station, I was wondering if I should force myself to throw up before getting onto a train.
When I overheat or get motion sickness, I follow a formula: overheat, get a headache, headache turns to migraine, feel like shit, cry, eventually throw up, pass out, sleep, wake up fresh as a daisy. Really. Every damn time. A friend recently asked me if I throw up a lot, and I told her no, but I used to get carsick, so I'm a pro. I wasn't lying. I'm really good at throwing up. I can throw up in a car moving 60 miles an hour without getting my clothes messy. I can throw up into my garbage pail while lying in my bed. Which reminds me. Dad, thanks for throwing out my garbage that time.
The train came and I decided to get on it. My ride was almost an hour long. At the first stop I changed seats so I would be sitting facing the direction the train was going. Facing backwards was just making things worse. Then the sun was in my eyes. I felt myself getting warmer, and at the next stop changed seats again to get out of the sun. Why do trains rock from side to side a little bit if they're moving forwards? At the next stop I considered running off the train to throw up into a trash can. But I wasn't sure I would make it back onto the train before it started moving again.
Somehow I made it to my stop. God must have noticed how badly I was feeling because all the escalators were working in my favor. I actually considered getting a cab to take me home. I truly wasn't sure I could walk the two blocks. Somehow I did.
Came home, threw up. Waited to feel better. It didn't come. What the fuck? Where's my FEEL BETTER???? I went to sleep. Woke up around 10 p.m. Threw up two more times. There's my feel better. Woke up around 5 a.m., fresh as a daisy. And I've been up ever since. I would like to stop being so sensitive, but I'm almost 30 and don't think that's something I can change. So, I really need to start being more sensitive to my sensitivities so I won't have to waste entire Saturday nights being sick. Because I have things to do on Saturday nights. You know, like my laundry.
posted by Green at 4/30/2006 06:41:00 AM
4 Comments:
I think these are symptoms of Walmart overexposure...but more importantly I want to find out how to make EXTRA CASH SECRET SHOPPING! NOT!
Hope you feel better.
Steve
Used to throw up regularly after PE in high school. The teacher actually called my mom to take me to the doctor to get it checked out. Turns out my reaction to getting hot and sweating a lot -esp. on an empty stomach - is nausea. Still, the bastards wouldn't move me from a class just before lunch to an early morning or after-lunch class.
So that's why I hate to exercise....or at least that's my excuse....
Oh. My. God.
You just described my headache yesterday (except, this time, I didn't throw up, which is maybe why I got very little feel better). Is that a migraine? From now on I'm buying the Exedrin Migraine stuff. Miserable!!
shit, baby. you have my full empathy on all counts - migraine, overheating, puking -- all of it (ok, minus the burn).
i hope you feel better soon, if not already. i am sure it was just as miserable as it sounds. ugh.
big hugs.
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