Ow.

[deathpixie]

Mental note - passing out whilst on the phone to a telemarketer is an effective, if overly dramatic, way to stop them from bothering you.

Yep, the bath strikes again. I got dragged out to answer the phone, and was in the process of telling the woman on the other end that I was happy with Optus (and naked except for a towel and dripping soap suds besides), when the world went all cold and grey and fuzzy. I woke up half-slumped on the couch, with my towel at half-mast. It took me another ten minutes of lying on the floor to feel up to standing, and an hour and a half on the couch after struggling to get some clothes on. Judging from the pain on the right side of my face, I managed to drive my glasses into my orbital socket when I connected.

*icks* I still feel gross. And the worst thing? If I'd really hurt myself, no-one would have found me until tomorrow. Mum and Dad are on their way back from a funeral, and I'd dropped the phone off the hook when I fainted. Sobering thought.

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[acetal.livejournal.com]

Eep. *hugs* Hope you're okay.

Are you eating well? Was it just from the bath, do you think?

*concerned look*

[deathpixie]

*nods* To quote an ad on TV, "Yes, I am looking after myself". The water was just a bit too hot, and I rushed out and ran to the phone, which is never a good move after soaking in hot water for three quarters of an hour. Feeling a tad foolish, as I usually do after one of these incidents, but I'm okay.

[(Anonymous)]

There are some things that require rushing out of a shower or a bath: earthquakes, hurricanes, a serial killer. . . Phone calls rate low on the grand scale of things. ;) I usually let the answering machine pick it up (saves having to deal with telemarketers, too).

Drink plenty of water, hon. (*hugs*) Good that you're taking care of yourself.



Maelstrom :)

[darkmark.livejournal.com]

Good grief, Rossi, take care of yourself. Any way you can get some kind of medical monitoring system?

[samy.livejournal.com]

The thought that nobody'd know can be a frightening one. Back when I wasn't working, if I would've slipped in the shower and snapped my neck, there were high odds the door to my apartment wouldn't have been opened for *months* to find me dead. It was a disturbing thought. Now that I'm working, I'm thinking maybe it wouldn't take that long, although I'm totally unsure whether co-workers have a legal possibility to file missing persons reports about their co-workers...

Ack!

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* Eat. And put your feet up. Laze about for a while... *g*

We like our Rossi intact. Yessss.

hugs, Lyss