Apr 05, 2014
I stepped on a tiny piece of glass at the faire grounds when my sandal broke. It didn't break the skin but did dig through a bit of my callous such that I could see red through the skin leftover. I had a severe nightmare followed by what I can only describe as shock, after seeing the person I saw die in vivid detail, a few minutes later.
Sat Night: Stepped on Glass
Sun Morning: Shock from nightmare
I left my room after I woke to find my Father (the person who died) sitting at the computer just like any other weekend morning. We said good morning and I went to the restroom for some privacy as I broke down sitting on the toilet lid crying my eyes out.
Mon: Severe stomach pain
The pain hit me as I was waiting for my grandmother in the Dr.'s Office waiting room. It made it hard to drive us back home.
Tues or Wed: shook uncontrollably like a leaf teeth chattering for about 45 minutes my heart took another 15 minutes to calm down. I had gotten into bed a second before it started because I was really cold then realized my heater wasn't turned on and took 1 step away from my bed flicked the switch, turned and barely made it back to the bed because it felt like that little movement took everything out of me.
After a little while I realized how thirsty I was and weakly made my way to the stairs with my empty glass. Climbing onto the 1st stair left me severely exhausted. I stood on that step 1 hand on my knee the other on the banister bent over for a minute or so before I pushed myself to climb the rest of the stairs in 1 go. As I set my glass on the kitchen counter and went to stand in front of it my body kept going after my feet stopped and I fell sideways. Thankfully I had been able to make 1 of my feet move to slam it into the ground as I continued falling forcing my body higher. I slammed my side into the counter instead of my head and fell forwards against the counter in front of me hitting my stomach before ricocheting off it backwards to hit my upper-back on the knobs on the front of the stove behind me. From there I slid down to sit on the ground. I was too weak to yell loud enough for anyone to hear me so I crawled across the house to go to the restroom. I then knocked on the connecting wall to get my brother's attention so he could help me back down the stairs. Thankfully, there was a restroom downstairs near my room which I could crawl to when needed.
my kitchen -> ___G_______
> |S G = where I set my glass down
| S = where I slammed my side into the counter
__________C| C = corner where I ended up
no appetite, barely ate but always had water, although I drank a glass of orange juice Monday
severe weakness & fatigue, felt cold.
I noticed only after I was better that I barely used the restroom that week at all although I was always drinking water.
Result: noticeable muscle loss (I was working my Uncle at his cabinetry shop at the time & was distinctly useless in helping him move heavy things for weeks.)