On Monday morning I woke up and felt pretty normal. I'd had trouble sleeping the night before, but that was nothing new. I went through my morning routine of caffeine, makeup, hair-pinning, straightening, etc. I got dressed. I wore a black skirt with a skinny yellow belt (pilfered from one of my Jason Wu for Target dresses). I packed up my stuff for my class at 2. I would be way early to school, but I was planning on eating lunch and memorizing slides before class started. I walked down to the subway. As I was standing on the platform I started to notice that I was feeling a little funny. The train came, and I got on and sat down. As it turned out, that car smelled like bleach--an overpowering smell--which made me queasy. I switched cars at the next stop. When I got into the next car I felt like I had to sit down right away. I couldn't bear to stand. So I found a spot and squeezed in between a couple people. I thought if I loosened my belt (which was not even tight as it was) I might feel better. I settled in for the ride.
When I walked up the two flights of steps to street level after getting off of the train I knew something was wrong. I took my belt off to see if that would help, but I had a nagging tight feeling sort of below my chest but above my stomach--where I imagine my diaphragm is?--and I couldn't shake the feeling. I started walking to school. After a block and a half my breaths became smaller and smaller because of this constricting feeling I had. About half a block from school my vision started to blur at the edges. I stumbled to the door just as I started to literally see stars. There is a big security desk in the entrance hall, and when I got to the desk apparently I just slumped over on it. Yes, I fainted.
After only a few seconds I opened my eyes and asked the astonished security guard something like, "Please, I need to see a nurse." The guy didn't know I was a student; I obviously hadn't presented an ID upon entering the building. So he assumed I was just a person who wandered in off of 5th Avenue, fainted on his desk, and then asked for a doctor. He called over two other cops in uniform, and they took me up to the nurse. Who wasn't there. Of course. It was at that point that someone said, "Are you a student?" Yes. "Let me see your ID. What department?" Art history. And they start writing down my symptoms for what I assume is some sort of incident report. I made it to a lounge with a couch. In a supine position things were better. They brought me some orange juice and I drank that. The lady cop told me that if I didn't feel better in 15 minutes they were calling 911. I perked up REAL GOOD after that. I had already gone down like a sack of potatoes in front of like 40 people so I really didn't want EMTs fussing over me. I felt a little better after the juice. I felt it wise to perhaps skip class that day. These cops would not let me out of their sight. I'm sure it was a liability thing. I went down to the art history department to tell my professor that I needed to leave, and they followed me, within arm's length, to catch me if I fell. You guys, so embarrassing. Of course my professor was like, yes, go home! So I did. I took a cab because the cops thought I shouldn't take the subway again. When I got home I ate a chicken sandwich and got in bed. By around 4pm I was fine.
So what happened?
I don't know. I guess forgetting to eat breakfast may have had something to do with it, but I only eat something in the morning about 50% of the time anyway. The security people gently said to me, "Is it final exams?" To which I replied, "no, of course not." I was perplexed. I am not stressed out. Until I really thought about it. On Sunday night I had had sort of a blow-out with my mom that left me upset and unable to sleep (resolved now), I live hundreds of miles from my finace and family, Ben had a terrible week at work, and when he feels stressed, I feel stressed; we found out his grandmother is very, very sick, and he is so distraught. I keep stressing that I haven't been able to plan even one little thing pertaining to our wedding. Add finals and a general lack of sleep to all of that and apparently it ends in:
But seriously, I've been under ungodly amounts of stress before and my body has never just full-on revolted. I guess there's a first time for everything. I feel fine now. I'm just worried it'll happen again. I got a multivitamin in case it was some weird deficiency. I am drinking a ton of water and cutting way back on the caffeine. And I stocked up on granola bars for breakfast. I'll probably go see my family doctor when I go home.
To keep it pertinent, here's some glitter.
One coat of Shimmer Polish Carmen over Rescue Beauty Lounge Santa Fe. I wore this last week and really liked it. Carmen is a bronze and gold glitter with holo bits thrown in as well. Very fun. Perfect, smooth application. I feel like it was made to be worn with Santa Fe. If you're looking for STOCKING STUFFERS check out Shimmer Polish here.
Alright, that's it. If you read all that you deserve a medal. I'm taking it easy for the rest of the week, just studying at home and stuff. And just to repeat, I feel fine now.
Over 'n out.
Disclosure: the polish in this post was provided to me for review. The opinions expressed are my own.