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deathpixieMental 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.
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.
