Well, this thread resulted in an interesting weekend for me. I read it quickly it last week when Vhawk put it up, something about numbness, shortness of breath, call emergency, and fatigue or something like that was what I remembered from it. I consider myself fairly healthy, you know, eat about 75% clean, workout hard and often, don't smoke, sleep hard, and never have had any real health complications.

We took our oldest daughter down to Disneyland on Thursday, and stayed with family in Irvine while we were there. We went to Disneyland on Friday, and California Adventure on Sunday. Well, I woke up Sunday feeling a little nauseous, with pain in my back so I was like "Damn, I'm getting the flu." We wandered into Disneyland and my condition deteriorated (a little dizzy, and I think I might barf), we went on Peter Pan's Flight, and coming off I'm a little more dizzy. We were waiting in line for the Circus Train and right when we get to go on, I go straight throught the exit and into the nearest bathroom for a liquified aft media discharge. So now in my head I know I have the flu. I get a Sprite and we go to Calif. Adventure. I feel good for about 5 minutes in there. We are sitting in the "Muppets in 3-d" and I have to run out during the show and blow chunks in the nearest bathroom. The fever has hit me by now, and I got the shakes, my head is pounding, the usual, except I'm at the happiest place on earth not home in bed. I find my wife in a line and get some Tylenol from her (for the fever) before I take it I run to a Monster's Inc garbage can and spew chunder in front of about 100 people waiting in line for JoJo's Circus.

Now this is where the article in this thread makes things weird. I tell the old lady, I am going to go back to the car and drive back to Irvine and call me when they are done. So I start walking back, what I don't realize is that by trying to keep from being nauseous I am taking really shallow breaths. Sitting on the Tram back to the parking garage I basically have my head between my knees to keep concentration on not blowing chunks which further exacerbates the issues. Then I have a long walk through the happiest parking garage on earth, and about halfway down I realize that I can't feel my arms below my elbows, my nose, and that I am going numb right below my rib cage. I'm dizzy, my head is pounding and for the first time ever I started to get freaked out about something being wrong with me.

I get to the car and wait for 15 minutes to see if anything changes. I think I feel better so I start to drive off, I make it about 100 yards, and with the nausea and numbness I feel like a real-life Mr Toad, so I just pull off and sit there in the garage. I'm staring at Daisy Duck on the pillar in the parking garage, through tunnel vision and this article starts flashing through my head. I can't remember what I'm supposed to be looking out for but I start to convince myself that I'm in a tough state. Things just kept getting worse from that point on, so I called my wife "Honey, I'm f*cked up, I can't drive, I can barely walk, I can't feel my nose or arms, and I might call 911." She freaks out. So . . . for the first time ever, I called 9-1-1.

The operator was nice, I turned on my hazard lights and the Disney Security drove past me 5 times in about 20 minutes while I waited, they were looking for me, apparently. Then, when I felt like I was about to black out the Disney nurses showed up, I explained the situation, she took my BP, and then basically called me a pu$$y for calling 9-1-1 and took me to the Disney infirmary where I stumbled to the cot, and slept for 3 hours. Then I got up and went on the Tower of Terror, held my cookies in too, but decided that I shouldn't try any more rides either.

So . . . by all means I would advise anyone in the same situation to still call it an emergency if they are by themselves. There was absolutely no way I could drive, but I could have just slept in the vehicle if I would have read this article a little closer. I guess it was just a combination of the flu making me nauseous and the shortness of breath, that made me feel like I was drunk and having a stroke. The whole thing was pretty embarassing, but I submit it here before everyone to laugh at because now that it is over it just goes into the funny story bin.