I bet you were wondering what the hell happened to me? You were probably thinking I was dead.. which I came near to actually being. But I jump ahead of my tale.
The reason I haven't been online is because my father has banned my from the interent. But he isn't home right now, is he? Therefore I shall take this time to explain.
I was punished for being a "smartass" and "talking back." First off, I was only a smartass in my head and I didn't say any of my comments out loud. So more or less, I was punished for no reason.
This week went by quickly and uneventfully. Minus today, of course. ((Don't worry that's coming up later. It'll shock you.))
At lunch the goths and the rednecks hate each other and got in a couple of fights. So the goths sit at my table now. Not that I care because I blend right in. ((wears black every day >.>))
So Friday nears and my week wasn't that bad. Well my drunken father decides it is "Let's pick a fight with me day!!" For the first 2 hours, yes 2 hours, I didn't even bother to argue. He asked my why I didn't have whatever shit he cooked for dinner except for the chicken. I said because I really don't like that. Yes, that's what started the whole thing. My effing dinner. Who the hell understands.
So after that builds up for a few hours, and he jumps around from topic to topic, he kept claiming that I hated him to the point where he made me cry. Well, that satisfied his sadistic mind, and he went to bed. Dammit I let him win. Better luck next time. Because, if you let whomever you are arguing with see that it has effected you, then their purpose has been served and they have won. I slipped up.
Now is where it gets big. Saturday morning, and I only ate a banana for breakfast. That's pretty normal for a Saturday, because I'm so rushed because I get up late that I don't have time to eat. But I was full.
I go to piano lessons, and I'm completely normal. My stomach hurt but I figured it was a mix of a little hunger and cramps from hell.
I go to work at this consignment store for voulenteer hours (can't spell voulenteer... >.>) and I start to feel really sick. I can't describe it so I'll write it like a story:
I stood there, grouping the coathangers together. The woman walked up behind me, convienently right after I finished.
"Okay, let me show you where to put those..." She began to tell me, but I didn't hear her.
I clasped my hands to the table and shut my eyes tight. A new sensation was drounding me. My skin was burning, and I felt myself start to sweat. I was so hot but freezing at the same time. My vision started to blur, until eventually it was just covered with a haze of black. I could barely see.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked, presumably seeing all of this.
"No, I'm not. Please just give me a moment." I gasped for air, still holding on to the table. I could barely stand, I was so dizzy. I thought this would last for just a few seconds. But it was far worse than anything like this had ever happened before.
Once or twice, everything had faded black, but just for a few moments. I figured that this was just something like that, and it would be over soon.
"Here, come on. There's a chair over there." The woman took my hand and led me over to the chair, where I immediately sat down.
"Do you need me to call 911?" She asked. I was in a state of confusion.
"Will they help me?" I asked, trying to concentrate on what she was saying. I felt my heart beating out of my chest. I heard each and every beat, as it got slower and slower. At that point I was terrified.
"Sweety of course they will help you." She said in a kind tone, and called for help. Someone promptly brought her a cell phone as she called the number. I remember thinking she was stupid because I had a cell phone right in my pocket... Anyway, the paramedics were on their way.
I quickly dialed my mom's cell phone number and handed the lady the phone. I was having a hard time hearing and speaking both.
An elderly woman came in with a cup of sugar water and a couple of oreos. I remember earlier they gave me a Creme Saver. The elderly lady made me spit it out in her hand, which I thought was gross but I was thankful, and made me eat and drink.
The paramedics beat my parents there. They promptly took my blood sugar. It was 113 or something like that. They said it was way lower than that before they spiked my blood sugar with all the stuff they gave me. They said I might be hypoglycemic.
My parents arrived there, and I was fading in and out of consciousness. I remember having to go to the bathroom SO bad. So my mom went with me. I almost threw up, but I held it back.
By that time, my vision was back for the most part but everything still felt so surreal. They paramedics told my parents to take me home and cook me something.
The whole way home I was in pain. But we finally got there. My father made me an egg and an English muffin. I only ate a little, because I was still very sick. After that, I went straight to bed to sleep.
I slept for about two hours, and felt a little better.
Now, I'm drinking soda, which I NEVER do. But I NEED to keep my blood sugar up. I am so scared that this might happen again. It was the mose frightening moment of my life. I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I am still shaken up. It all seems too surreal. Like this could never happen to me. My stomach is still killing me.
I wonder why God punishes me like this. Why does He have to make me suffer like I do? I don't understand! It infuriates me! I pray every single solitary day of my life. I try my damndest to be a good Christian, but what do I get? Every sort of problem imaginable! I don't understand! I'm so frustrated!
Thank you for reading my little rant. I thought it would be a good thing to let you all know what has happened in my life.
-Gurley
