Kyril's Journal -- February 2, 2005

Miserable

Wednesday February 2, 2005

We got up and each of us got hot baths. We talked for awhile. I got some things ready to take with us to the tattooist – emergen-c, and some rolls that I made last night, then set the alarm and went back for a nap. The alarm went off and I got up and got dressed. Faol lingered then took about 20 min. longer to get ready. I thought we were going to be late and felt badly about the way he treats these things with no thought for anything but what he needs to do in the moment, and little consideration for others, but we were not late.

Everything seemed fine. It was definitely painful and I don’t know what it would have been like for the three hours that she said it would take, but I never found out as I passed out in the first 5 minutes or so. I came to still in the chair with Faol holding me upright. We spoke for a few moments and I realized I was going to faint again and needed my head down so he helped me to the floor. I passed out anyway. There was a shirt under my head and Faol was holding my head to make sure that my airway didn’t get closed off. I awoke and was sick to my stomach in her waste can. Then I laid down on the chilly floor for some time. My shoulder hurt where I was laying on it. And I was quite chilled. He put my sweater over me but there wasn’t anything really to throw over me besides that. Faol gave me some root beer to help bring my blood sugar levels up, through the method of taking it into his mouth and slowly feeding it to me. It was an oddly comforting sensation to know that he was taking care of me in that way. Sometime later, perhaps, nearly an hour in which I lay there miserable, Faol got me up and walked me into the next room where there was a sofa as he thought it would be warmer. I had my arms around his neck leaning against his front while he walked backwards supporting maybe 60% of my weight. Once on the sofa I voided the rest of my stomach contents largely the root beer, over and over again. I could feel my body contorting in the effort.

Faol finally offered to go home and get the anti-spasmotic. I was in the just-laying-there-in-misery stage so I didn’t mind him leaving for awhile. Other customers came in to arrange for their tattoos but I just lay where I was, not caring much about being sick in public. I was just beginning to wish that Faol was back when he returned and gave me the anti-spasmotic. It was slightly expired [turned out to be the prescription not the medicine as we found out later] but I believe it helped. Shortly after that I was able to stand up and we gathered my things and walked down the stairs with Faol going first and I leaning on him.

Once we were home again Faol got us a bit of dinner, and something to drink, while I called Tom and briefly told him what had happened. Faol sat on the floor with my computer on his lap while I laid on the sofa behind him and we watched one of his DVD’s, Once in a Blue Moon, a children’s movie. It is rather strange but we enjoyed it. We followed it up with more food and another movie, The Chronicles of Riddick. That one was violent but kind of interesting. We went to bed early.

Faol felt like he couldn’t sleep but managed to go off to sleep for a time anyway but woke up and called MK. Otherwise it was an uneventful night, luckily.