No More Meds
This morning was...unusual. I woke up feeling a little groggy, more bone-weary than normal. I chalked it up to the Tylenol medicine I took the previous evening for my cold I picked up over the weekend. Yes, I know. It was only a matter of time before I succumbed to the first of many ailments courtesy of a reinvigorated Old Man Winter.
Thinking nothing of it I downed a quick breakfast and a couple of DayQuil gell caps. That proved to be a huge mistake. No sooner do I complete the short, 10-minute drive to Mauldin High than I start to feel really woozy. Like you can't get your bearings because your body feels so light, like you're swimming through air. Then I began to pale. What's happening, I wonder. Is this my fainting spell returning? I don't think I could deal with that right now. So I tried to shake it off and go on preparing for student-teaching as usual. But the feeling wouldn't quit. If anything, it got worse.
By 8:00, I'm worried. What if I collapsed in front of my students? What if I became sick? What if my performance gets compromised? So I took my mentor teacher aside in the hallway and told her what was happening. She is an amazingly sympathetic woman, and she suggested that I go home and rest if I didn't feel well. I kept apologizing again and again because truth be told, I felt like a heel. On top of feeling swimmy. I hated dumping the class day in her lap with fifteen minutes until the tardy bell. But I didn't have too much of a choice. Fainting's not pleasant when you're alone.
I decided to sit in the health room through first period so I could grab my supplies during second period when the room would be empty. By then, I've pretty much pegged the problem. A bad reaction to the DayQuil. It escapes me why it happened today of all days. But I knew that had to be it. My hands started shaking in the health room, but I wasn't cold. They took my pulse and blood pressure. Nothing alarming, however. So I grabbed my things and headed home to rest.
The moral of this story? No more meds. I'm swearing them off as of now. Unless it's a matter of life and death, I'll let my ailments run their course from hete on out.
Thinking nothing of it I downed a quick breakfast and a couple of DayQuil gell caps. That proved to be a huge mistake. No sooner do I complete the short, 10-minute drive to Mauldin High than I start to feel really woozy. Like you can't get your bearings because your body feels so light, like you're swimming through air. Then I began to pale. What's happening, I wonder. Is this my fainting spell returning? I don't think I could deal with that right now. So I tried to shake it off and go on preparing for student-teaching as usual. But the feeling wouldn't quit. If anything, it got worse.
By 8:00, I'm worried. What if I collapsed in front of my students? What if I became sick? What if my performance gets compromised? So I took my mentor teacher aside in the hallway and told her what was happening. She is an amazingly sympathetic woman, and she suggested that I go home and rest if I didn't feel well. I kept apologizing again and again because truth be told, I felt like a heel. On top of feeling swimmy. I hated dumping the class day in her lap with fifteen minutes until the tardy bell. But I didn't have too much of a choice. Fainting's not pleasant when you're alone.
I decided to sit in the health room through first period so I could grab my supplies during second period when the room would be empty. By then, I've pretty much pegged the problem. A bad reaction to the DayQuil. It escapes me why it happened today of all days. But I knew that had to be it. My hands started shaking in the health room, but I wasn't cold. They took my pulse and blood pressure. Nothing alarming, however. So I grabbed my things and headed home to rest.
The moral of this story? No more meds. I'm swearing them off as of now. Unless it's a matter of life and death, I'll let my ailments run their course from hete on out.
posted by david @ 5:10 PM
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