So, everyone is asking about it, I've told the story 1,000 times.. might as well get it down in a blog.
It all started Saturday when we somehow forgot to eat more than 2 slices of pizza, walked all over Chicago, then partied. All of that combined... turned out to be a really solid recipe for low-blood sugar, which is no stranger to me and my family. My dad is hypoglycemic, and I'm pretty sure this has been passed down to my sister and I.
I've passed out a few other times due to low blood sugar. The last time was my freshman year in college. We were doing these crazy exercises in my morning acting class. I put my arms above my head, and passed right out. Luckily that time though, there was a mirrored wall behind me. I basically slammed into that and slid down to the floor... The rest of the class thought I was acting... then Tyler Broders and Matt Loptein walked me to the health center.
Fast forward to yesterday morning. I woke up, went to the bathroom, and halfway through the pee, I got super light headed. The next thing I remember is waking up on the bathroom floor to German and Diverse going absolutely nuts, screaming for an ambulance.
What basically happened was: I fainted while flushing, hit my forehead on the toilet, then went straight backwards nailing the back of my head on the tile floor. German was sleeping on the floor right outside of the bathroom. He heard the toilet seat slam down and a body hit the floor, so he opened his eyes and could just see blood pouring out of my head under the crack of the door. Scary. Everyone thought I was dead.
So they freaked out, got me woke up and I sat there for a few minutes composing myself. I then took a photo of my blood
, tweeted the incident
, walked to Walgreens to get a dewski, then took a cab to the ER with German and Kinnera. It was a pretty crazy start to the day for sure. Quite annoying actually.
But the hospital was pretty awesome. They cleaned up my cut
, took a couple tests, got me caught up on my tetanus shots, took a ct scan, stuck 5 staples in my head
, and sent me on my way.
I was at the hospital so long that I didn't even get to eat lunch until about 5pm that day, haha. I'm glad to be home and back on an eating schedule. ;)
So, I'm still pretty sore and swollen. I think I got some serious whiplash in there somewhere cause my neck is really the worst part... but all's well. I'm not dead, nothing is serious. And sorry for scaring anyone. I can't imagine waking up and seeing your friend laying in a pool of his own blood. Thanks a million to everyone that took care of me.