RTX 2013 attendee almost dies.
Okay, sorry for the breaking-news like title, but for the life of me I can't figure out how to word this right.
Anyways, I was browsing a fellow Halo forum "http://carnage.bungie.org/" and I read a recent topic from Morpheus, 1 of the veteran members at HBO, and his trip that went all to hell and back. I'll quote the starting post below from him:
carnage.bungie.org/haloforum/halo.forum.pl?read=...
Even though this was a serious incident, I'm honestly going to be as light as I can, because I don't like talking about serious stuff.
I was hoping to have a big-ass write-up of RTX with lots of pictures, some autographs, and one of the best experiences of my life, but a very stupid decision and
an unforeseen disaster turned it into an admittedly scary ordeal with long-lasting(if not permanent) consequences.
How An Immature Decision And A Scrape With Death Made Me Miss RTX.
Going to Austin and (finally) being a part of RTX was so exciting, I honestly couldn't wait since April, when I bought the tickets. Plus, going on a road trip
was a major bonus--I never go anywhere. So, as a foolish dumbass--I stopped at the nearest gas station and filled an entire cooler with nothing but soda, milk,
CHOCOLATE milk, and orange juice. Well...
Chugging all that sugar the whole trip spiked me like I wouldn't believe. I ended up more susceptible to the heat, and I could barely stand any of it.
I had to stop at pretty much every water cooler they had to catch a drink, thinking I was just dehydrated--but I just didn't feel right all through the weekend. I missed
pretty much all the panels I wanted to attend, I was too late for the autograph lines, missing out on my chance of having Shannon sign my Recollection set, and I still felt
sick. On Sunday, I decided to just skip the events of the last day and go home, as I was feeling worse than ever. As it turns out, that was my body's final warning.
After checking out of my hotel, I was horribly dizzy and knew I couldn't continue a 3 hour trip without a meal to eat, which was what I thought I needed.
I originally drove to a Denny's down the street, but the place was overflowing with people and I knew I wouldn't be able to wait that long. So I got back in the car
and made a (retrospectively) dangerous drive looking for restaurants until I found a Burger King. By then I was out of it, and could barely stand on my feet.
The rest is hazy--I remember walking in and asking for a large water, but the cashiers didn't give it to me--I guess they were assuming I was drunk or intending not to pay.
I remember sitting down at one of their tables, and I waited for about 15 minutes. I got back up, asked for water again, didn't get it, and eventually I had to use the
restroom. Apparently, I stumbled into the women's bathroom by mistake(again, I had no idea where I was, so ha ha ha, yuk it up.) Anyway, I used the facilities,
where I slipped in and out of consciousness, until someone from outside eventually called me and asked me to come out. In my failing mind, I thought they were calling
me because I was taking too long, so I told them I was coming and got up to pull my pants back up.
I swear to God, I'd never had more trouble putting on pants in my entire life.
I felt like I had no control over my hands, the world was tilting back and forth, I had to grab onto almost everything in the stall to keep from falling over, but I eventually
got the button fastened and the belt tightened. When I came out, I think I saw an ambulance outside--
then I passed out.
The next thing I remember, I was actually in said ambulance, and the paramedics kept asking questions about me in order to keep me awake. I remember answering them and speaking
like there was nothing wrong, and I was thinking, "Why am I on a stretcher in an EMS vehicle? I don't feel like something's wrong..."
I must've faded out again, because the next time I woke up, I was in the ICU.
Doctors told me I had near-fatal diabetic shock, and that when they found me my blood sugar was over 900.
...Yeah.
Thanks to the paramedics, 2 1/2 bags of insulin, and a motherfucking miracle, I was "there but for the grace of God". And I don't know if there was a clerical error, or a
delay in an update, but I wasn't reported in the hospital when I was first admitted. My parents had NO idea where I was or that I was even hospitalized.
When they did learn, they still didn't know which hospital I was admitted to. Can any of you even imagine what that's like? Knowing that your child is hurt and
not being able to find them?
But eventually, one of the doctors or nurses or whomever, went through my cell phone(so glad I didn't put any porn on there before I left for Austin) and called them.
Heh--funny story--I don't even remember this. Apparently, after I was moved to the ICU and was put in a bed, in my unconscious stupor, I got up out of the bed, and managed
to rip out all three of my IV's AND my catheter(thank God I wasn't awake for that--can you imagine yanking a 4-inch tube and a BALLOON out of your penis?) AND my
gown, and stumbled around naked for all the nurses to see. Fun. They had to tie me down.
After I was put on an insulin drip, having the most painful urination(s) into a bag for several days, my sugar dropped down to manageable levels, and I was discharged on the 10th.
I now have Type 1(the worse type) Diabetes, and must take big steps to eating more healthy. However, I'm glad to say I've made a full recovery otherwise, and am back home with
my family. I have to stick myself with needles every day though, which is annoying, but as my dad always said, it's better than the alternative.
SO! That's how I ended up missing RTX. [...]
Theres a little more but I'm hitting a character limit here so just hit the link above. Just figured I'd share this with you guys so you can send him some warm wishes his way, sounds like he needs it poor guy.
