No date should start with “Omg, I think I’m going to be sick.” Sunday morning, however, that is exactly how my date began. Thank god, we were seated in the booth located right beside the bathroom. The look on my poor dates face when I jumped from my chair and ran to the bathroom was nothing short of horror. Bless his heart, he was still waiting for me when I returned.
Now, let me clarify that my date had nothing to do with my nausea; he was a perfectly nice man. My Sunday illness was totally self-inflicted, as I was suffering from a bad case of heat exhaustion. We had fairly warm tempatures over the weekend, and on Saturday I decided to go for a 10km run along the river. Normally, I would run in the morning to beat the heat, but on that day, the time had gotten away from me. With a belly full of oatmeal and coffee, I started my run at 11:00am. By the time I finished, it was just before noon, and the tempatures were pushing 30c. Instead of cooling down and re-hydrating myself, I went straight to the coffee shop to read my book. I ordered my usual 16oz almond milk latte and a piece of banana bread. The coffee didn’t sit well, but I didn’t listen to my body.
Feeling a bit ill, I drove up to the garden center and spend an hour in the sun looking at flowers and herbs. I hopped from store to store picking up potting soil, a hanging basket bracket, and a six pack of beer. I arrived home at 2pm and immediately started planting my garden. Like any normal person, I poured myself a nice cold glass of beer after working out in the yard. I drank two beer within a matter of 20 minutes; you’d think I’d realize that maybe I was thristy, and water would be a smart decision (blonde moment). As soon as I finished my second beer, I felt tired. I laid down on the couch with the intention of taking a quick 20 minute nap, which ended up being a 2 hour sleep.
When I woke up, I realize what I had done. I was completely disoriented and my head was pounding. I stumbled into my kitchen and tried to down a couple of glasses of water, but my stomach wasn’t having it. My body was burning up, yet I felt cold and weak. I ran a warm bath, while keeping a cold cloth on the back of my neck. This made it worse! I ended up in bed by 8:30pm with no dinner and still no water in my system.
I woke unusually late Sunday morning (8:30am) still feeling like total crap. I figured it was most likely dehydration, so I slowly drank a glass of water while I checked my online dating messages. I had a message from “chevytrucksrules” asking me if I wanted to meet up for a coffee. “Great Idea”, I think to myself. Some food and coffee would surely cure my headache. Thinking I was being smart, I drank another glass of water and droved to the cafe.
I arrived first, so I ordered a muffin and a coffee and waiting for him to arrive. By the time he got there, I had finished my breakfast, and I was half way done my coffee. We talked for about 30 minutes or so when I felt my face go clammy and my stomach start to turn. Oh dear god… I’ve already told you what happened next. I politely explained my situation and told him I needed to go home. He was such a gentleman; he even offered to come by my house later than day to change my winter tires over to summers. Unfortunately, the rest of my day was spent in bed.
I completely know better than to let myself get dehydrated, but on Saturday I must have left my brain at home. Today, I’m a bit better;however, I’m still pretty tired. LESSON Learned for sure. No beer until I’ve fully rehydrated myself…
My Chevy actually did message me today, and he even asked me out for another coffee, so I guess he isn’t turned off by a woman who can’t hold down her breakfast. I’m going to give myself a day or so before taking him up on his offer though. To all the Singles ladies and gents. out there — Do not forget to drink your water.