In the bathroom of the Stock room I threw another tissue in the trash and pulled what must have been the 15th tissue from the box. The nosebleeds had started yesterday and had only gotten worse since. Soaking yet another one, I threw it away and pulled out one more. This bleeding had to stop at some point, I was probably going to pass out from blood loss soon. Sure enough, 15 minutes later the bleeding stopped, only to be replaced with a splitting headache, which was better than blood, I guess, but it still was not ideal. Despite the painkillers I downed, the headache continued through work and on into Evening Praise and even followed me home.
Gulping down four more pain tablets, I drank some water and tried to get some rest, thinking that stress was the cause of all of my symptoms. "Maybe I'm working too hard," I thought aloud. "Maybe I'll request a Labor Reprieve from the State." Despite my headache and the thoughts stumbling around in my head, I fell asleep quickly.
Waking rested from a dreamless sleep, I opened my eyes to find one of the windows to my bedroom blacked out. Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I opened the curtains to find nothing. The sun was coming in fine from both panes, with not even a tree in the yard to block the light. Slowly I came to realize that the problem wasn't the window at all. It was my eyes. Peering around in the morning light coming into the room, I saw that wherever I looked, the same darkness was there on the right side of my vision. For reasons unknown I had lost the vision in my right eye, though my left was perfectly normal. To make the morning more fun, my headache was back and was more painful and acute than before.
I contacted my supervisor and stayed in bed for the next 3 days, eating painkillers like candy and going through a whole rain forest of tissues for the nosebleeds that kept occurring every hour or so.
I survived those 3 long days, but by the end of it I wished that I hadn't. Craning my neck, I could see in the mirror above my sink that the skin around my Conscience was red and swollen and incredibly infected. The headache had gotten no better; in fact it seemed to have only worsened, and was centered on the inflamed area of the back of my head.
Turning around to return to bed, I was suddenly hit with a wave of dizziness and the sight in my remaining good eye flickered once and I hit the floor with a THUD. I was going blind quick, and my heart was pounding too loudly in my hears to hear my own thoughts. "So this is a panic attack," I thought to myself. I tried to lift myself from the floor, but my arms had grown too weak from my days in bed, and I collapsed
Gulping down four more pain tablets, I drank some water and tried to get some rest, thinking that stress was the cause of all of my symptoms. "Maybe I'm working too hard," I thought aloud. "Maybe I'll request a Labor Reprieve from the State." Despite my headache and the thoughts stumbling around in my head, I fell asleep quickly.
Waking rested from a dreamless sleep, I opened my eyes to find one of the windows to my bedroom blacked out. Blinking and rubbing my eyes, I opened the curtains to find nothing. The sun was coming in fine from both panes, with not even a tree in the yard to block the light. Slowly I came to realize that the problem wasn't the window at all. It was my eyes. Peering around in the morning light coming into the room, I saw that wherever I looked, the same darkness was there on the right side of my vision. For reasons unknown I had lost the vision in my right eye, though my left was perfectly normal. To make the morning more fun, my headache was back and was more painful and acute than before.
I contacted my supervisor and stayed in bed for the next 3 days, eating painkillers like candy and going through a whole rain forest of tissues for the nosebleeds that kept occurring every hour or so.
I survived those 3 long days, but by the end of it I wished that I hadn't. Craning my neck, I could see in the mirror above my sink that the skin around my Conscience was red and swollen and incredibly infected. The headache had gotten no better; in fact it seemed to have only worsened, and was centered on the inflamed area of the back of my head.
Turning around to return to bed, I was suddenly hit with a wave of dizziness and the sight in my remaining good eye flickered once and I hit the floor with a THUD. I was going blind quick, and my heart was pounding too loudly in my hears to hear my own thoughts. "So this is a panic attack," I thought to myself. I tried to lift myself from the floor, but my arms had grown too weak from my days in bed, and I collapsed
