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So this weekend, I learned the term: sycnope. Alternately I went to Dodger Stadium and all I got was a lousy ER hospital band

Posted by JD (aka Jason Dean) Sep 13 '21, 10:45
Sycnope: fainting, passing out followed by a fall

So my friends got what turned out to be these really cool party box tickets in the loge section for the Sat game at Dodger stadium.

We parked out in Arcadia, took the Metro to Union Station, walked to Philipe's where I had a beef dip, double dipped, and a beer. Walked back to Union Station, got on the Dodger Express, got to the bus and while we were wandering our way to our seats, got a tall boy of uh, some beer.

When finally found seats, they were this little group of four with like a bar in front and the seats were kind of like high top bar chairs.

Game starts and for what ever reasons, I'm just feeling like everything is hitting at once. I'm like food coma and kind of drunk. To me, it sucks as I'm having a hell of a time picking up the ball. Like I can track the soft toss from the catcher to pitcher but anything faster than that, I just can't see it. I also realize that I must have seen a hell of a lot of baseball in my life as that even without being to able to accurately see the ball, I instinctively know from moment of the pitcher's release to when I should be looking for a reaction from the batter. Balls put into play ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I ended up just scanning the field and looking for what the fielders were doing.

I figure it'll pass and this is just the hardest that I've ever concentrated on watching a ball game. I memorably made it through two innings as I remember the break after the second inning.

The next thing I remember is my friend asking me if I'm ok and I seem to be vomiting? I reassure him that I'm Ok and then I was trying to clean up and then there's of kind of a memory edit as there's a paramedic asking me questions and putting on a blood pressure cuff. And then another skip and he's asking You OK buddy, you in there?

Having those edits filled in by my friends, apparently I just went blank. They're joking that they're gonna call me weeble as during those syncope I stayed perfectly upright in my seat. Didn't face plant into the counter in front me and really thankfully didn't tumble of out the chair.

So back to what I remember, the paramedic calls in that he's having trouble getting my blood pressure and they take me off to some hidden portion of the stadium to get further checked out. I can answer all the questions and at one point I'm able to see my BP reading on a display which is 88/55. I'll hear later from my friend who followed me as much as possible....that's after it was rising. Apparently there were lower readings 8-|

They put in an IV, start giving me fluids and make the decision that I need to go to the ER. So the ambulance crew, takes their readings and calls over to the hospital and then wheel me from where ever I'm at in the stadium to where the ambulance is. I vividly remember the guy telling me, Hey at least you'll get to see where the players park and indeed I did so there's that for all of this.

In meanwhile my friend has been getting a briefing on where I'm going and a general time line of what will probably happen to me.

I get to ER and according to band that eventually ends up on my wrist I was admitted at 19:43. I'm able to get from the gurney to bed under my own power. Well in that I can scoot my butt and rest of me from one to the other.

Then the needles started. Minor finger prick for blood sugar. My right hand had an IV from the medical center at Dodger stadium but I also end with a needle in my left hand. Later on tests requiring blood are ordered so more searching for veins. This ends up with an additional entry point in my right hand as well as one in my left arm. Apparently I can't even bleed correctly ;-)

All the while fluids have been going into me and apparently I'm starting to look better (color returning) and as evidence that the immediate cause is dehydration, I'm generally feeling better. At the same time, I'm not exactly perfect and the part of me that is typically quick enough to veto dumb things before I actually say them isn't nearly quick enough on the draw so I find myself actually saying out loud something about not being able to bleed correctly and when I get the response How old are you again? you don't look 51 that it seems like a great idea to respond: Well if I actually acted my age, maybe we wouldn't have met.

Ok speaking of not looking their age, the lead ER doctor, Lawrence is also asian, and the not kid, cause, I know he's not actually 20 but still....

It eventually dawns me that I should check my phone. Find a message from friend that she's knows where they took me and they'll be there. It's about 830 at that point. I look around and there's a board next to me that has contact information and right down to the bed number.

So over the next hour or so, I have various people check in on me, I think they swap out the liquid bag. I generally feel fine, just super embarrassed to have put everybody through this. All the while everybody is ok with the dehydration as root cause.

At the same time, the guy a bed over is apparently refusing treatment for a head laceration, pulls out his IV at one point, gets scolded by one of the attendants cause he's making them feel bad for having to restrain an old man.

I watch what seems to be like a 20 something window get wheeled by restrained to a gurney, kicking and screaming that she absolutely doesn't want to be there.

The bed across from me ends up occupied what seems to be regular visitor. She's an older woman who is a diabetic who didn't take her insulin and had been drinking and has a super high blood sugar level.

I get a message from FH asking how the game is so I update her and she offers that if needed she can get me from my friends house down to my pet sitting duties in the OC.

Around 945, I get the update that my tests are done, they're going to finish bag that I'm hooked up to and then if I can stand and walk, I'll be discharged.

I'm feeling pretty normal but that whole standing and walking thing has started to creep into my mind as I haven't been on my feet for hours at that point.

One last quick check on me and then the stand and walk test which other than losing style points for lack of sashay in the turn (let's be honest even I'd perfect there's a definite limit as to how much I can work it) goes perfectly.

My paperwork lists that I was discharged at 10:12

My friends take me back to their place which is where I met them for this adventure. FH is waiting there for me and takes me the OC but only after getting a briefing on contact numbers and that I'm now her responsibility until morning when she has to leave for work.

Get to OC, much later than I expected, feed the starving dogs, get the cat in, take a shower and head to bed.

On Sunday, see FH off in the morning, order some breakfast watch the PL match, and then just generally veg out with Red Zone in the background. Oh, got some laundry done.

Pet sitting duties wrap up that afternoon, get a ride back home, and eventually get my car

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