ER experience

I never get sick. I just don't. The last time I went to ER was when I sprained my ankle in 2nd grade. Well, at least not until last week. There has been an epidemic of the flu here lately. Every night on the news they're talking about how there is record outage in the schools due to the flu. Well, I was not exempt. I got my flu shot, but I still managed to get super sick. I hadn't been sick a single day since I started my job a year and a half ago. Anyway, I stayed home sick and at about noon I thought I was going to throw up so I went into the bathroom. I ended up passing out. I woke up on the floor surrounded by water. It turns out when I passed out I hit my head on the tank of the toilet and it split in half. I reached up and turned off the water at the base of the toilet. Then I started cleaning up the water and I passed out again. After I woke up the second time I laid there for a while trying to figure out how I was going to deal with this. I think I had fever because laying there in the cold water felt so good. Once I felt good enough to get up and get my phone, I called several people but no one answered. Finally I got ahold of my friend Carie who got ahold of Jessica who took me to the emergency room. I couldn't ask for 2 better people to spend hours in the ER with.
While I was waiting for them to come get me, I called our apartment manager. I tried to calmly explain to her what happened, but then I fell apart. I should cry on the phone when I talk to my apartment manager more often because when I got home from the ER my toilet was fixed and the water was cleaned up. They've never worked so fast. Maybe I should call and cry about the 6 ft hole that has been blocking the entrance to to our building for the last 5 days too.
It was amazing because when we got to the ER there was no one else there. I was rushed in and taken care of immediately. I got to experience my first IV, my first EKG, and my first cat scan. Everything came up clear. Apparently I have a very hard head. I can break a toilet with my head with no concussion or anything. The doctor said it was vasovagal sycope. I looked it up on Wikipedia when I got home. Fainting from extreme stimuli. They filled me up with fluids from the IV and then sent me on my way. He prescribed an antibiotic and mucinex (the miracle drug). Fun stuff. When I left 4 hours later the waiting room to the ER was packed. By the way, Carie and Jessica entertained me in my room by reenacting Saturday Live skits or things they had seen on YouTube. It was great.
So I basically slept for the next two days. My roommate was sick too so we basically planted ourselves on the couch for the weekend while our bodies fought off our germs.
So yeah, that's about it for my sickness story. I'm fine now besides the remnant bruise left from the IV in my arm. I wish I had thought to take a picture of my toilet before I left for the ER, but that wasn't my top priority. Carie, Jessica, and my roommates can vouch for me though. I seriously broke the toilet in half. By the way, the only reason I know it was with my head, was because that's the only part of me that hurt. But it didn't start hurting until about 8 hours afterwards. How weird is that? Anyway, all is well now.