So here is my "behind the scenes" story from my trip to Albany. (As promised to the students at the Youth Rally… Welcome!)
Thursday night I spent the night at Patti’s house. As we were finishing some stuff for the weekend I went to bed at about 2 AM. When I heard an alarm clock go off at 6 AM my brain thought "there are 5 people in this house and one bathroom… I better go now."
So I jumped up off the couch and scurried upstairs to take care of morning business before the showers were taken over by those who had to go to school and work Friday morning. Now… this is a good time to point out that I have always had low blood pressure. That’s not a health concern but it does mean that when I switch from horizontal to vertical in the morning I need to take my time or I will get dizzy.
So I flip on the switch in Patti’s brand new bathroom and I remember thinking "Hmm… they did a great job in…" Just then the world went black and I remember hearing a massive thud. A few seconds later I found myself slumped over on the tile floor. I had fainted… I jumped up so fast that the blood in my brain couldn’t get up there quite fast enough!
On the way down, nose and teeth crunched off of the Gibbon’s families brand new toilet, displacing the lid. Somehow when I fell I also managed to hit the top of my head on their tub and thump my left wrist on their floor. So I "woke up" to this terrible pain in my mouth, my face covered in blood, and terribly dizzy. I kind of sat up and sat on the edge of the tub for a few minutes… really not sure what had just happened to me or if I was ill or anything else.
When I felt OK enough to stand I checked myself out in the mirror. To my surprise I hadn’t done any visible damage. My glasses weren’t broken. My nose didn’t seem to be broken and after I counted I was convinced that I hadn’t lost any teeth. The only real problem was this massive cut inside my mouth from when my face made contact with the corner of the toilet. (Teeth are dangerous!)
After I got everything all situated and cleaned up… I decided to head back downstairs. In the course of all this I decided that since I didn’t want to go to the emergency room, I had better not tell anyone! Especially Patti.
So, that’s my "crazy, stupid" story from the weekend. It was just one of those weird things that happens to me. Why do all these weird things happen to me?
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