Part two.
I had a incident where I stopped at a little Kart Track near Hammerman for a few hours in Maryland. A older kart track and it was summer there. Had a full 670 mile run up from Georgia. Almost at reciever in Aberdeen for the morning a hour up the road. So... time to have a little fun.
Well, what I didnt realize was the body had leached everything out in terms of hydration and very little eating. After a hour or so of sucking exhaust fumes on the Kart Track, I thought its best to find a snocone. (Flavored and sugar shaved ice in a cup.)
Bought that and started sipping. On the third sip my brain quit, the body dropped and a trauma nurse with her kids was working on me right there. I woke up in fallston hospital later and told them, thats enough I want out Ive got a load sitting down there to go get.
They kept me there a couple of hours eyeballing everything. When the labs came back they said I had nothing and should be dead. I told them well, what you waiting for? Pass the steak, salad and gravy fries heah. And find me a ******* can of fanta grape. (The sugar... funny how the brain works to take care of what you really need)
They did. Cleared the plate. Another set of labs. Kicked me out a hour later. AFTER I started asking for salty stuff. That did it.
The load was at Aberdeen the next morning. No fuss.
Thats heatstroke. Those usually kill. The bill? Written off. They had a bunch of newbies from medical school working my case. And they tossed the bill for my trouble. HA.... its usually stabbings, fights and gunshots taht go in there those weekend nights. But a heat stroke case isnt that intense or exciting to these people.