Bathroom Break with a Bang!

Paris bathrooms must really enjoy my company!

I'd already spent a calm 3 hours and 46 minutes in my own bathroom on Wednesday, and tonight I had a lovely 1 second speed nap in a restaurant during dinner!

Brigitte, a lovely girl whom I'd met last year, finally met up with me and had dinner. We had sushi (though I don't think that's the culprit, because I eat raw fish all the time). However, for some reason during dinner, I started feeling a bit sick at my 9th piece of sashimi, and by the 10th piece, it was really hard to swallow, and just before the 11th piece, my stomach hurt without warning as if it had suddenly imploded.

I got up to go to the bathroom, just at the end of the hallway, no more than 15 steps away. I started feeling dizzy at the 5th step, and I was 2 steps away from the bathroom door when I could barely see, and knew it was the bathroom only because I had been there 10 minutes before.

I must have plunged into the door thinking that I would be safe once there, but next thing I knew, a waiter was hovered over me saying "c'est bon? c'est bon? c'est bon?" and I became completely alert and with the 2 bangs of my fall replaying in my ears, I replied "oui oui, c'est bon, je vais à les toilettes". The banging sounds must of been when I plunged into the door and when I fell. I'd probably hit my head, either on the door or on the sink because my neck hurt, but there wasn't a spot on the exterior where I could locate the impact; then a small piece of flesh hanging on my lip told me that I'd either bitten my upper lip or hit my lip on the door/sink.

When I sat on the toilet, I was shaking and still a bit half dreaming(yes I dreamed the instant I was unconscious), and the waiter was still asking me outside "ça va?". For a minute I didn't dare lock the toilet door, if I'd fainted again, nobody would've been able to get me, and that would've been very different from being locked in own bathroom a few days ago. I wondered how I was able to even get inside the bathroom door; I wondered whether I'd fallen on the ground or just caught myself on the sink, because I didn't remember getting up from the floor at all after waking up; I wondered how I'd even fainted in the first place!

I came out of the bathroom feeling completely normal! When a woman advised me that my shirt was inside out, I'd even been alert enough to explain to her in French that it was a joke--a Dyslexic shirt (my old roommate's label), like I don't know how to put on a shirt.

When I returned to my table, it felt like a century ago when I left, but Brigitte still had the same amount of food on her plate, and didn't seem to notice that I was gone. I felt a century away from feeling sick! When I told her I'd fallen, she didn't believe me, and neither did I. Thank goddess I have my battered and now swollen lip as evidence.