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Adventures with Ordinary Household Appliances heatstroke art museums Julie
Near my house is a greenway that's several miles long, starting at the art museum and ending at Meredith. I have on numerous occasions biked the whole thing. Yesterday I intended to do so again. It was kind of hot outside and pretty humid, but I felt good and didn't really notice. I got all the way to the art museum (probably a good two or three miles), but I had to stop several times to rest and catch my breath, which was unusual. I started feeling not so good, so I decided to bike back and go home. I got about half there when I had to pull over and collapse because I thought I was going to A.)pass out, B.)be sick, or C.)die. Apparently, I was struck with heatstroke, (hahaha, struck with stroke--so clever) the bane of the South.
Having heatstroke is a singularly odd experience. I wasn't hot, but I was covered in sweat that wouldn't evaporate due to the humidity of the air. I felt sick to my stomach and dizzy and I couldn't stand up. I felt like I had just donated blood or something. I had no idea how I was going to get home, seeing as how I was kind of stuck on the greenway.
Luckily a very nice middle-aged couple walked past, saw that I needed help, and stayed with me. I sat/lay on the grass for a while and felt better, and they called the art museum security to send a truck out to pick me up. The truck came and picked me and my bike up and the couple. We drove back to the museum and I felt better from the AC in the car. The security guards (one of whom was an EMT) talked to me and I told them I felt better and just wanted to go home. So the older couple drove me home, and it turns out they were both professors at NC State, and one of them is a chemistry professor, and a friend of the professor that I'm taking 101 from now. They also knew several people that my mom does, so that was pretty cool.
After I got home and my mom got back (from the gym, hahaha) she went into uber-pampering mood. By this time I felt fine, just tired, but I got force-fed lots of ice cream, got this and that, and basically anything I wanted. At one point I got sick of the ice cream.
Me: "That's OK, I don't want anymore ice cream."
Mommy: "You will eat it! Existance is futile!"
Me: *headdesk*
Mommy: "What?"
Me: "Resistance, Mommy. Resistance is futile."
I got a bunch of new Patrick O'Brian books out of it too, so yay!
Anyways, I had an interesting day. I've never had heatstroke before, and I don't get why I got it this time. I work out practically everyday and I'm in good health, so it's weird. But whatever. I got books out of it.
Adventures with Ordinary Household Appliances heatstroke art museums Julie
Near my house is a greenway that's several miles long, starting at the art museum and ending at Meredith. I have on numerous occasions biked the whole thing. Yesterday I intended to do so again. It was kind of hot outside and pretty humid, but I felt good and didn't really notice. I got all the way to the art museum (probably a good two or three miles), but I had to stop several times to rest and catch my breath, which was unusual. I started feeling not so good, so I decided to bike back and go home. I got about half there when I had to pull over and collapse because I thought I was going to A.)pass out, B.)be sick, or C.)die. Apparently, I was struck with heatstroke, (hahaha, struck with stroke--so clever) the bane of the South.
Having heatstroke is a singularly odd experience. I wasn't hot, but I was covered in sweat that wouldn't evaporate due to the humidity of the air. I felt sick to my stomach and dizzy and I couldn't stand up. I felt like I had just donated blood or something. I had no idea how I was going to get home, seeing as how I was kind of stuck on the greenway.
Luckily a very nice middle-aged couple walked past, saw that I needed help, and stayed with me. I sat/lay on the grass for a while and felt better, and they called the art museum security to send a truck out to pick me up. The truck came and picked me and my bike up and the couple. We drove back to the museum and I felt better from the AC in the car. The security guards (one of whom was an EMT) talked to me and I told them I felt better and just wanted to go home. So the older couple drove me home, and it turns out they were both professors at NC State, and one of them is a chemistry professor, and a friend of the professor that I'm taking 101 from now. They also knew several people that my mom does, so that was pretty cool.
After I got home and my mom got back (from the gym, hahaha) she went into uber-pampering mood. By this time I felt fine, just tired, but I got force-fed lots of ice cream, got this and that, and basically anything I wanted. At one point I got sick of the ice cream.
Me: "That's OK, I don't want anymore ice cream."
Mommy: "You will eat it! Existance is futile!"
Me: *headdesk*
Mommy: "What?"
Me: "Resistance, Mommy. Resistance is futile."
I got a bunch of new Patrick O'Brian books out of it too, so yay!
Anyways, I had an interesting day. I've never had heatstroke before, and I don't get why I got it this time. I work out practically everyday and I'm in good health, so it's weird. But whatever. I got books out of it.