So, I eventually get there about 30 minutes too late, and sure enough. No one was there yet. So, my immediate thought is to get sad and think, "aww no one is going to show up." I felt a bit sad, but I cheered myself up as I am here, I'm going to wait to see if anyone else shows up late, as I might have been the first to arrive, OR the last. So, I get my lunch and proceed to enjoy it, looking at the crowd there and seeing if I recognize anyone. Not a chance. I'm there for an hour, enjoying my meal and taking my time with it. I text a few people with not many responses.
So, It looks like rain out so I tell myself, well, I've waited an hour, I should probably head home now or else I might get caught in it. So I walk to the tram and head home. As, I do so, about half way there. I have a severe attack of abdominal pain, nausea, and dizzyness. I think to myself, my dad told me he recently had Food poisoning and possibly this is what he went through. But I couldn't throw up as I am a gastric bypass recipient and I don't have the reflexes anymore to do so from the surgery. Then another thought I had was to a friend of mine's who's wife just recently had a stomache virus and possibly THIS was what it felt like.
I make it halfway home and wait for my connecting bus. The pain intensifies and I am horribly stricken to stick my fingers down my throat in order to get the Food poisoning out should that be the case. Of couse, not a lot comes up as I just don't have those gag reflexes anymore. So, I'm sitting down on the ground by now meditating to myself in severe pain wondering what this could be cause it strikes me out of the blue. 15 minutes go by and I thought, well, If I have overeaten, this is what would have happened should it be that. But I was sure I took my time when I ate and the food was NOT an amount to have overeaten by.
So, I am covered with the spit and the "not much" that came up from my trying ot force myself to vomit should it have been food poisoning. I'm in severe pain and there is a store nearby so I think maybe if I just clean myself up and walk a bit, the pain will go away. I try and I make it halfway to this convenience store. I wrech in agony as I think to myself - I am probably dying here as I had used Boric Acid on my bed two days ago to kill off what I thought was another infestation of Bed Bugs as it did Wonders for ridding my home of Cockroaches. (I don't live in the lap of luxury mind you, in basic poverty conditions and a bad part of town, crime wise.) So, I remember to myself that I actually laid in the Borid Acid I put on my bed and I will probably STUPIDLY die from my own hands as I had thought - Boric Acid could not POSSIBLY Kill me, as I'm not Ingesting it. Alas, the thoughts Of Dying prevailed and I prepared myself to Die Right there on the spot. The pain was horrible. So, I thought, I am dying, the pain is extreme. What am I to think at my last thoughts to myself before I pass. I thought, I'm not going to ask for the pain to subside, cause occassionally it would fade, only to intensify yet again.
"God, thank you for my pain, and thank you for relief. For I have often been stricken with both, and I do not know my outcome, but I fear the worst." Someone, walks by and asks if I am alright. I tell them, "No." But I thought still that It could be Overeating and that I had done that before and that I will be alright I just need to lay here for a little while longer.
Then again, the pain would come and go and seemed to worsen as I was by now laying on the ground in the gravel of the curb writhing in pain. Another person comes by and asks, "Do (I) need any help?" Again, I thought, no, but thought about the JOKE about the Guy i the flood where, a boat comes by, a helicopter comes by and yet he is praying for God to save him and then has to face God. So, THIS TIME, I thought, I probably do need help, but not the police and not an ambulance, cause I feared them checking my SANITY of all things and winding up in a mental hospital again as previously they have done to me after they HIPPA me. So, this gentleman asks me if I would like any thing to drink and I ask for "A water might help." So he heads to the convenience store to get one. By the time he gets back, STILL in pain. This has been over 25 minutes now and I'm thinking will NEVER end. This is MY Demise, to face it head on. So, he comes back with the water and the store manager on the phone calling for Paramedics.
When the Paramedics come, they begin by asking questions. At this point I'm scared of the outcome that I will face 30 days in a mental ward as, I tell them I suffer from a mental condition but assure him I am stable and on medication as prescribed. He then asks for my drivers liscense. I surrender it. He asks what could be the problem? I tell him I'm a gastric bypass recipient and it could be that I have just eaten and possibly food poisoning as I ate slowly and a regular meal. He rules out food poisoning as the culprit as I would also be vomiting and diarreah along with the pain. So, OK, it's not that as no diarreah. I sip on the water a bit as I don't want to drink a lot for fear that I have overeaten and gulping or gaining a lot of water would worsen the gastric bypass overfilling of my stomach. He asked for my social security number. I almost got offended as to ask, WHY do you need that? As I also think sometimes these paramedics and police officers are dishonest and check your credit to see if they can rip you off as I have been victim of Presbyterian Hospital (Texas Health Resources) Taking $295 dollars Cash out of Property from me while I was in the psyche ward once. These hospitals are KNOWN to LOSE Items in Possession from "MHMR" patients and a lot of them are told, "it's thier imagination" They never came in with the Possession. (Unfortunately to MY defense as I reported them to the police, It had been documented by the hospital as received IN property and signed for by a member of the hospital staff.) So, I can't help it I'm a little defensive when he asks. But DYING I see no reason to protect my credit and give it to him. I state to him, the pain comes and it goes, but I tell him about the Boric Acid possiblity. He says, if that were the case, It being two or more days ago, I would have been dead already by now.
So, I feel it must be Overeating and tell them it's never been this painful before with nausea and dizzyness. But I dismiss them asking if they can just stay with me a few more minutes like 5-10. They made me sign a computer stating they had been out there, and said they are an emergency response unit and they couldn't wait for me to GET better as they have to respond IMMEDIATELY and NOT wait. So, the pain "I thought" would subside as I could see no other reason for it being anything but the overeating or possibly the rich food that I ate and my body not processing it properly through my intestines. They agreed to leave but said, "if it worsens don't be afaid to have someone call back and they will come right out." I agreed.
I thanked the gentleman for getting me water and he stayed with me a few more minutes until I felt it start to subside again as the pain came and went, and back again every 5 minutes. So, I laid there thanking God for the experience of NOT being the man in the FLOOD JOKE. LOL, but actually GETTING HELP right then. It's not like me to ask for help when I am in pain and I've never been in that position in Public before, PRIVATELY at home, yes. But not out in public. So, I had been scared. But then I told the gentleman that I would be ok, and he was free to go, as I sat up and started feeling better after sipping on the water. I got up and walked toward the bus. I thanked God for the experience AND The final relief and Immediately called my father as he had recently been suffering from Food Poisoning.
I talked to my father for a while and he actually wa very compassionate to my situation as he had never been before as I had told him how COURAGEOUS he was to me having faced Death many other times in his life and LIVED through it. I thought after I talked to my father, that this was a VERY HEALING conversation between us and felt very renewed in our relationship going forward as Usually my father is filled with a lot of anger toward me.
Then by the time I got home. My brother ended up calling me and we talked for a while. I told him what happened and the prayers I said, as I told him sometimes being grateful for our Pain is sufficient enough for God as at times it takes us severe pain for God to "Light a fire under our A--" in order for us to take action. As living in too much comfort sometimes can numb us to the realities that we should make changes in our lives. My brother agreed and was floored by our dialogue as Our relationship had been strained all these years as well.
So, The good news is. I'M NOT DEAD! hahaha. The bad news is I WAS SCARED and In FEAR FOR MY LIFE. But the resulting outcome was GREATER than the ORIGINAL FEARS and I am GLAD I LIVE yet ANOTHER DAY.
God Bless you and Make it a GREAT DAY!!