After Hours

I had an interesting thing happen to me the other day.   I was working at one of the MFG plants I have supported for years and went to eat lunch in the lounge.   On that particular day I had packed a lunch box and had thrown in a power bar, raisins, some almonds and one of those personal packets of Tuna.

I had not eaten tuna in over six months, the last time I had tuna I had been eating it regularly and then one day I ate tuna and felt as if I tasted it for two days so I decided to quit and had not packed it until that day.

I first checked the packet's expiration date (it was no-where near the expiration date) and then opened the packet and ate two forkfuls.   I then began feeling nasueous and decided to stop eating.  I drank some water and went back to the cubicle I was working from and then began feeling worse.

Within a few minutes I felt REALLY bad and felt as if I was going to lose everything from my stomach.   I got up and headed for the nurses office to see if she had any antacids when I passed a restroom and had to go in QUICK.

I immediately 'emptied' my stomach into a sink and began hiccuping hard.  I was hiccuping so bad I could not catch my breath.   As I was bent over the counter a person came in and began going "Hey buddy...are you ok?  ARE YOU OK?  DO YOU NEED THE NURSE?  WHAT'S HAPPENING!?!?!"

I was glad someone was concerned but I was hiccuping so bad I could not talk.  I managed to gasp out "TUNA!" and limped out of the restroom holding my chest as it was now sore from all the hiccuping.  The moment I got out into the hallway, a person who I have worked with over the years saw me limping down the hall all pasty faced and holding my chest.

You guessed it...PANIC TIME!

"[SP]!  Are you OK!?!", He asked.

Again I managed to gasp out "TUNA!" but it probably sounded like 'ARGWARBLNA!"

He immediately whistled down the hall to get the attention of another person I knew who came jogging down.

He also asked "ARE YOU OK? WHAT'S HAPPENING"

THe first guy replied "I think he was heading to the nurse!"

Now, these two guys are rather large men and before I knew what was happening they each grabbed an arm and began dragging me down the hall so fast I my feet weren't touching the ground!   One of them pulled out his plant specific cell phone and called the Security desk and said "[SP] was walking down the hall clutching his chest!  I think he is having a heart attack!"

"ARGWARBLNA!"  I gasped.

In no time, a big beefy guy came running down the hall with a defibulator.   At this time I realized I had a big problem.   If I was not having a heart attack (and I was sure I was not), these three well meaning men were going to GIVE ME ONE by shocking me!

We made it to the nurses office where I managed to break free and leap into the restroom and deposited more of my lunch.   Before I could explain what was going on the nurse said "Get him on the table!"  I was pulled out and lifted onto a table and the nurse grabbed my arm and began taking my blood pressure.

"Should I call an ambulance?"  The guard asked.

"Wait!", the nurse said, "His blood pressure is perfect!  I can't believe it's this low with all this going on!"   She checked my pulse and said "Whatever it is, it's not his heart his pulse is normal"

At this point I managed to explain what was happening and that I was holding my chest because I was sore from hiccuping.   The three men relaxed with a visible sigh and left after a few minutes.   I thanked them profusely. 

During the next hour my stomach emptied itself of all tuna, my breakfast, the supper from the day before, the B-day cake I had when I was 12 and I also believe I was getting rid of stuff from other peoples stomachs.

Finally I felt stable enough to drive home and just rested for the rest of the day and decided to give up tuna.

That was two weeks ago,since then I have felt sick watching the stock market. Work has been a bit slow lately, IMO I think everyone is emotionally numb from the market fiasco as well as the
election year.

I am personally sick of politics.   I am so weary of the debates (boring) and the accusations that I don't care WHO gets elected as long as we can end this!

I have not been helping my mood by watching my 401K shrink.    Logically I know that the best thing to do is to do NOTHING but wait but it still makes me mad to read about how the AIG executives spent 86K on a hunting trip to England while asking for more funds.

I know quite a few people that would LOVE to take the AIG executives hunting.

I think the interaction would go like this:

"Wabbit Season!"

"Duck Season!"

"Wabbit Season!"

"Duck Season!"

(AIG Exec) "I want more money!"

"EXECUTIVE Season!" 

At least there is one bright bit of news in all this,  the price of Oil is falling faster than Congressional Approval ratings....