When we last left our heroine (that is me; I suppose I could have said blogger, to be clear), she was huffing and puffing towards the finish line of the Boilermaker 15K. As I got closer, I pushed myself to go faster and faster. At least it felt faster to me. I daresay to the outside observer it was not so impressive.
I crossed the finish line making terrible noises as I tried to breathe. The Boilermaker volunteers were right there. Two women were on either side of me, guiding me to a wheelchair. I was grateful to sit down.
“Lift your feet,” they told me, and I was surprised to find that I could. They wheeled me into the first aid tent to a cot. How embarrassing! I leaned on the nice man that helped me from the wheelchair onto the cot.
Then I was surrounded by people, taking my vitals, bringing me water, preparing me for IV fluids. I felt them take my sneakers and socks off an putting cool cloths on my feet. They too my headband off. I asked for a cloth for my eyes since the sweat was irritating them.
They found my blood pressure high, asked me about dizziness and chest pain, and tried to put in an IV. My veins are usually pretty prominent, but I was a bit dehydrated at the time and it took them a couple of tries. I laid back and let them do what they wanted, although I was a bit embarrassed.
I started to feel better soon. After the contents of the IV were in my veins, they took my vitals and found them better. They let me sit up and sip some water before allowing me to put my socks and shoes back on and proceed to the after party. They were a little concerned that I had safe transport home. I tlod them tjat if I got to my car and felt iffy that I would call someone. I did not foresee such an eventuality and indeed it was not necessary.
I’m thinking this post is not as interesting as yesterday’s, but these things happen. I am still recovering from my Boilermaker experience, so I will use that as an excuse. As always, I will try for a better blog post tomorrow.
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