My fears have come true

Note--Kyle thinks this blog entry is a little too much information, but anyone who knows me knows that I have no filter and would most likely tell anyone any detail of my life. So in case you don't feel like you know me personally, maybe after this you will.

I feel like all I have done recently on this blog is complain about the heat. But today, my fear of how hot it would get (and how my body would react) came true. I must have eaten something bad yesterday or have some cold that has taken effect on my stomach, but I was really not doing so well this morning. After an hour I thought I was feeling a little bit better. I had plans to meet a friend across town to go to the market, eat lunch, shop and then go to our bookclub. Because I hate it when people cancel, I hate to cancel on people myself. So I thought I could just tough it out -- I was wrong. I braved the 95-degree weather and took one tram across town for about 20 minutes. I had waves of not feeling great, but I thought they would soon stop. I transferred to my next tram and things started to go downhill fast. I started shaking and then had to quickly get off the tram because I thought I was about to throw up. I waited 20 minutes for the next tram and then had to get off three stops later (and only four stops from my final destination) because again I thought I was about to throw up.

By this point, I was shaking, sweating, about to throw up and "going over the edge" mentally. I called Kyle and asked him to pick me up, but not before I laid down on three stone steps in the shade because I thought they might cool me off. I must have looked crazy and passed out enough that a man stopped and asked if I was ok. I told him Kyle was on his way to come get me. It turns out though, that the friend I was meeting lives very close to where I had gotten off the tram. So instead, she came and took me to her house where I laid down for 45 minutes with the fan on me and then she took me home in her air-conditioned car. I have just been laying around the house since then, and still don't feel great. A nap with two fans on me and a cold bath have helped, but I my stomach still really hurts. I think today was a combination of being sick to begin with, and then going out in the heat. However, at least now I don't feel crazy for fearing the heat -- there is a reason I should dread going outside.