Noel and I were supposed to have a nice movie date last Friday- had I not suffered from heat stroke and passed out in Greenbelt 3! :( See it was an extra hot day and we had extra rich food at Bubba Gump- somewhere we hadn't eaten at in years, which we thought would be fun to try again. We had fried shrimp, Caesar salad, a shrimp kebab and a lemon up each. (Noel had a shocking pink one and I had a blue one- these are flavored lemonade, case you're wondering)
We dropped by Music One afterwards and started listening to stuff at the listening station. I put on my jacket to prepare for the freezing movie theater airconditioning (I was already wearing corduroy pants). Suddenly, the music seemed very loud, I had to remove the headphones from my head and take off my jacket. It became really hot and the room began to sway. It was also getting hard to breathe and I was afraid I was having some kind of heart attack/heat stroke. I told Noel I'd step out first- he was surprised I just left my drink and popcorn on the counter. I found refuge in First Aid a few steps away. They have a salon right beside the shop where I sat down, still feeling very woozy. I remember calling Noel to tell him where I was and he said I sounded fine. Moments later, I felt myself shudder and saw about 5 or 6 very worried-looking people surrounding me. They kept asking if I was with anyone and if I was feeling ok. I kept asking them what happened. One of them said: "You put your hand to head and started saying ow! ow!, then you collapsed in the chair." I was in disbelief as I don't remember saying those things nor passing out! :( They said they massaged my hands so I would come to, and gave me a glass of water.
When Noel saw me, he said I was extremely pale. It took a while for me to be able to get on my feet again to get back to our car. Noel wanted to take me to the hospital, but I just wanted to go home. The winding down car park wasn't doing too well for my wooziness. By the time we were in Paseo de Roxas corner Buendia, I told Noel I had to hurl. He asked me to wait till he pulled up on a side street. I tried to push down the button for the windows to go down in time. Too late. I started tossing my cookies. :( It looked like a very bad hang-over scene when we were finally pulled up by a curb. People were staring at the "girl who probably had too much to drink". I still don't know how we made it home. After a cold shower, I collapsed into bed. Thank God for my husband and those kind people. After that episode, I will never eat rich, fried food again!