My Fall From Grace
Feb. 3rd, 2002 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddSo here I am in Montreal, having fun with my friends, spending way too much money on comics and manga, eating at restaurants, going clubbing, fainting on the metro...
I thought I had kicked the habit (last time I fainted was what, four years ago?) but apparently not. We were on a very crowded metro train and I was wearing a t-shirt, a sweater and my ski jacket, which is about two layers two many in an underground place with poor air circulation. I started feeling nauseous but since there were only two more stations to go before getting off I though I would be okay as long as I breathed deeply and took my jacket off. I was feeling worse and worse, though, so I bent over to ask a lady if I could have her seat and the next thing I clearly remember is sitting on the platform with a headache.
Since I was pretty much out of circulation during the rest of the incident, what follows is an account by A-L and M-P, who saved me and got much more flustered about the whole thing than I did. Makes sense, since I wasn't conscious at the time.
A-L says: C'était morbide!
According to them, I fell backwards with my eyes rolling up into my head. M-P caught my side and a cute Asian guy with a shaved head (says M-P) caught me from behind. They held me in a seated position --
A-L says "And then your eyes started rolling back rrrrrroow!"
-- and a helpful girl looked me over and told them to put me on the floor, so they laid me on the floor in middle of the metro car. During this time, A-L was hyperventilating and frantically searching for the damn red handle you're supposed to pull on in case of an emergency but COULDN'T FIND THE MAUDITE MANETTE À MARDE! while the other people stared at her as though she were brain-dead, which insulted her quite a bit.
We arrived at Villa-Maria station and M-P asked the cute guy to help her to carry me out of the car; they pulled me up and my eyes snapped back (wtf?) and my face became all red and I apparently said I could walk [I don't remember that] even though I really couldn't.
As soon as we were out of the metro, I asked, and I do remember this, "Where's my bag?!" A-L said it was there, pointing at my shoulder bag, but I was talking about a plastic bag containing 2 volumes of Angel Sanctuary I had just bought, so I started babbling that I didn't have my bag! M-P dumped me on the platform and ran back into the car yelling "Where's her bag?!" and a little old lady held up my plastic bag.
A-L: Pourquoi elle l'a pas donné avant, grosse vache? Je te gage qu'elle voulait voler les maudits mangas!
M-P took the bag and the metro doors closed on her while she was stepping out, but the security system kicked in and allowed her to escape. This was about the time I really came back to this plane of existence, and at first I couldn't figure out why I was sitting in a metro station. Because whenever I lose consciousness, I always have dreams that seem really long, and when I wake up it's almost the same as waking up after a good night's sleep.
A-L and M-P joined me on the ground, patting my back, while the train going the other direction was stopped and everyone in it was staring at us. Another nice guy came and asked us if I was okay, then went to find a security guard.
M-P went to buy me a bottle of water and met the security guard coming to see me. She asked M-P what had happened and exclaimed "That's dangerous!" when M-P explained what had happened. She wanted to know if she could call the paramedics or something, but I told her I was okay. She tried to take my pulse because she was convinced I had had a panic attack ("I was just too hot!") but for some strange reason, she couldn't find it! Hmm, maybe I was dead after all. Maybe I had had an aneurysm, as A-L had feared. Not so, because I found my pulse on my own and it was fine.
She said I might have had a sudden drop in blood pressure (another side-effect of dying, or so I hear) but seemed to be rather fond of her panic attack theory, because she suffers panic attacks and knows what it is. I tried to tell her that no, I don't get panic attacks, I had simply been in a hot, confined place with too many people and too little air circulation.
We waited a bit in the station but I felt quite well enough to continue, so all's well that ends well. A-L and M-P, as I said, were much more upset about the whole thing than I was; it's not the first time they've seen me faint, and I think I'd better stop doing it in their company. I don't want to strain A-L's heart.
I would also like to mention that I was wearing my new Rainbow Brite t-shirt when this occurred, so I was protected by the power of all things cheery and brightly-coloured and girly, which probably explains the nice Asian guy who caught me and kept me from banging my head on something. What A-L wants to know is how M-P managed to keep cool enough to notice that he was cute.
The big joke in all this, of course, is that even after I had fainted and fallen over, my first concern was for my manga. "Where's my bag?!" *lowers her head* Does this mean I'm too materialistic, or something? M-P says she hopes I'll show that same level of concern for my future children.
I hope so, too.
I thought I had kicked the habit (last time I fainted was what, four years ago?) but apparently not. We were on a very crowded metro train and I was wearing a t-shirt, a sweater and my ski jacket, which is about two layers two many in an underground place with poor air circulation. I started feeling nauseous but since there were only two more stations to go before getting off I though I would be okay as long as I breathed deeply and took my jacket off. I was feeling worse and worse, though, so I bent over to ask a lady if I could have her seat and the next thing I clearly remember is sitting on the platform with a headache.
Since I was pretty much out of circulation during the rest of the incident, what follows is an account by A-L and M-P, who saved me and got much more flustered about the whole thing than I did. Makes sense, since I wasn't conscious at the time.
A-L says: C'était morbide!
According to them, I fell backwards with my eyes rolling up into my head. M-P caught my side and a cute Asian guy with a shaved head (says M-P) caught me from behind. They held me in a seated position --
A-L says "And then your eyes started rolling back rrrrrroow!"
-- and a helpful girl looked me over and told them to put me on the floor, so they laid me on the floor in middle of the metro car. During this time, A-L was hyperventilating and frantically searching for the damn red handle you're supposed to pull on in case of an emergency but COULDN'T FIND THE MAUDITE MANETTE À MARDE! while the other people stared at her as though she were brain-dead, which insulted her quite a bit.
We arrived at Villa-Maria station and M-P asked the cute guy to help her to carry me out of the car; they pulled me up and my eyes snapped back (wtf?) and my face became all red and I apparently said I could walk [I don't remember that] even though I really couldn't.
As soon as we were out of the metro, I asked, and I do remember this, "Where's my bag?!" A-L said it was there, pointing at my shoulder bag, but I was talking about a plastic bag containing 2 volumes of Angel Sanctuary I had just bought, so I started babbling that I didn't have my bag! M-P dumped me on the platform and ran back into the car yelling "Where's her bag?!" and a little old lady held up my plastic bag.
A-L: Pourquoi elle l'a pas donné avant, grosse vache? Je te gage qu'elle voulait voler les maudits mangas!
M-P took the bag and the metro doors closed on her while she was stepping out, but the security system kicked in and allowed her to escape. This was about the time I really came back to this plane of existence, and at first I couldn't figure out why I was sitting in a metro station. Because whenever I lose consciousness, I always have dreams that seem really long, and when I wake up it's almost the same as waking up after a good night's sleep.
A-L and M-P joined me on the ground, patting my back, while the train going the other direction was stopped and everyone in it was staring at us. Another nice guy came and asked us if I was okay, then went to find a security guard.
M-P went to buy me a bottle of water and met the security guard coming to see me. She asked M-P what had happened and exclaimed "That's dangerous!" when M-P explained what had happened. She wanted to know if she could call the paramedics or something, but I told her I was okay. She tried to take my pulse because she was convinced I had had a panic attack ("I was just too hot!") but for some strange reason, she couldn't find it! Hmm, maybe I was dead after all. Maybe I had had an aneurysm, as A-L had feared. Not so, because I found my pulse on my own and it was fine.
She said I might have had a sudden drop in blood pressure (another side-effect of dying, or so I hear) but seemed to be rather fond of her panic attack theory, because she suffers panic attacks and knows what it is. I tried to tell her that no, I don't get panic attacks, I had simply been in a hot, confined place with too many people and too little air circulation.
We waited a bit in the station but I felt quite well enough to continue, so all's well that ends well. A-L and M-P, as I said, were much more upset about the whole thing than I was; it's not the first time they've seen me faint, and I think I'd better stop doing it in their company. I don't want to strain A-L's heart.
I would also like to mention that I was wearing my new Rainbow Brite t-shirt when this occurred, so I was protected by the power of all things cheery and brightly-coloured and girly, which probably explains the nice Asian guy who caught me and kept me from banging my head on something. What A-L wants to know is how M-P managed to keep cool enough to notice that he was cute.
The big joke in all this, of course, is that even after I had fainted and fallen over, my first concern was for my manga. "Where's my bag?!" *lowers her head* Does this mean I'm too materialistic, or something? M-P says she hopes I'll show that same level of concern for my future children.
I hope so, too.
