Today I had lunch with a friend from work. I have to preface this story with two things; I have POTS, so standing up quickly can make me pass out and I’m currently on my period, which since it can be quite heavy, I use both a diva cup and period shorts. I don’t know this friend outside of work, so they didn’t know any of that. The restaurant was extraordinarily quiet for the day, only two other tables were seated. One of said tables was a girl who seemed to be about nine with her presumable father, and the other had two older dudes. Midway through the meal, I ended up getting up from the table in order to empty my diva cup, as it had been a while. Got to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the toilet to take it out. This restaurant’s bathrooms were the kind in which the door starts two feet off the ground, you can practically see inside of the stalls. Anyways, I stood up rather quickly to empty the cup into the toilet and before I knew it, passed out and dropped it onto the floor. Thank the lord I was wearing a long skirt so I wasn’t exposed publicly. I can’t tell you exactly how long I was out before that nine-ish year old walked in, but it couldn’t have been long considering how long I’m normally unconscious for. She walked in to see through the gap under the stall door me sprawled on the floor surrounded in blood, holding a cup that I guess she couldn’t recognize. I was slowly coming back to my senses when I realized someone was screaming like they just witnessed a murder. Her dad came running in and upon seeing me holding a cupon the ground while still a bit disoriented, shouted, “OH GOD! OH GOD! ITS AN OVERDOSE!”, which of course made my work friend come over confused as heck. The little girl ran out panicking, and the man literally grabbed my hand and dragged me out from the stall. By that point I was no longer holding the cup for obvious reasons. I freaked, because what in the world is going on, he freaked because I apparently already felt cold, and my friend freaked because they just walked into this mess with zero context. It took a good three minutes for everyone to get on the same page as to what happened. Once the blood was cleaned up and I paid for my part of the bill, I got out of there so quick. My clothes still had blood on them when I had to walk home. The girl stared and looked absolutely traumatized as I left and her father looked almost as embarrassed as I did, if that’s even possible. Considering quitting my job atp ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
TL;DR: Passed out into a pool of my own blood in public, traumatized a few people.
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