Rough Week but Dad Comes Home

​*Many days have been skipped due to dullness, we’ve been in a marina so there isn’t much to do. *
              On Sunday the 16th of March my dad got back from Australia! He gave us a thirty minute or so warning with a simple text that read “Did you hear a plane pass over you about 3 minutes ago? I’ll be there in 30-45 minutes.” I was really excited because I knew that upon his arrival I would be freed from chores! My mom and I had been cleaning the entire day, we were given the task of cleaning the inside of our boat thoroughly by my dad before he left. We wanted it to be clean when he arrived, so we were planning to clean on about Thursday.
              Well… that didn’t happen. We couldn’t clean on Thursday because we were busy with school and work. So, you may be asking, “Why didn’t you clean on Friday. Were you just lazy?” The answer is no, the reality is that my mom got SUPER sick with what we thought was the flu, so I took care of her until we went to bed.
 The next day she was still sick, so she decided to get off the boat and take shelter in the upstairs of the marina office (which is a lounge). I spent most of the day delivering crackers, water, ginger beer, and anything that could remotely make her feel better to her. A little after noon she came back to the boat and together we created a to-do list for me to complete so we could get some work done. So, no I was not lazy!
Back to my dad’s arrival: My dad walked down the dock to us and after a quick outfit change and boat look through, we decided to have lunch out. We went to the same restaurant at the nearby resort and had sandwiches, wings, and drinks.
On Monday it was the first day of my spring break and oh my could it have gone any worse? I slept in far passed what I usually do and spent most of the morning in my room chilling. My mom  invited me to join her in the upstairs lounge that she frequently used as an office so, that afternoon I started heading over. We were going to play some checkers, but that plan was cancelled when I accidently slammed my toe into the front door and staggered my way up the stairs with a bleeding toe.
After a little freaking out my mom bandaged my toe which I would later learn I had a high likelihood of losing my toenail. On the way back I started off all fine and dandy but suddenly, my vision was (this is the only way I can describe it) being saturated. Everything started getting darker and I was having a hard time not stumbling, but my mind was set on the boat. I got onto our dock before I was forced to sit down. I closed my eyes for a few moments until I was able to regain my vision.
Apparently from the point of view of my dad when I continued walking down the dock he thought my lips looked blue. He also said that I was extremely pale and that as I was getting onto the boat, he was grateful he was there because at that moment I fainted. He told me that had he not been there I would have fallen into the water, who know if I would’ve hit my head. I did come to in a matter of seconds.
It’s a strange sensation to faint because I remember trying to get onto the boat then I open my eyes and my dad is leaning over me while I lay on the dock. I felt utterly fine, but my dad insisted on helping aboard, so he did and thank goodness for that because not a moment after we got inside my vision blurred again and I fainted for the second time.
Apparently, I was out for a little longer but not more than about 5 seconds but nevertheless in that time I was on the floor again as my dad was asking a man on the dock to get medical help. It turns out that the man was an EMT earlier in life, so he helped/supported my dad in the process following my fainting. They checked my blood pressure, pulse, and eye dilation. They also checked my blood sugar which was probably the most frightening part to me because I realized the would need to draw blood. I still don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that that’s the only point where I started getting nervous.
The two men tried talking out what could be the issue and finally reached the conclusion: dehydration. After a few questions like, “How much water have you had in the last two days?” which I answered with about 2 cups the answer became plain. Just to be sure however my dad called his sister who is a nurse to double-check and ask what else he should have done to check me (but not before he called my mom who I’m surprised didn’t go into full panic.)
For the next two hours I was given constant water until the time came when we agreed for my parents to go on the date night, they already had reservations for. Of course, they wouldn’t let me off that easy and gave me a few water bottles I was required to drink that night and a reminder to text every 30 minutes to make sure I was okay.
The next few days I had lazy days the one huge difference being that on Wednesday I made a delicious and utterly irresistible teriyaki turkey dish.

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