Christmas Party Poop-Out

Look past the model above and take a good look at the beautiful dress...MY DRESS (I even had MATCHING shoes for goodness sake).

Not that anyone really got to see it, other than my grand entrance into the ball room. Unfortunately, I exited the ballroom in a more spectacular fashion...but I am getting ahead of myself. I am actually quite angry after all the trouble I went to to find this wonder, that I never got to dance in it! No, the only action this dress saw was the carpeted floor of the reception hall, the inside of the ambulance and the inside of the hospital doggie bag for clothes and items while you get to wear their breezy garb.

As some of you now know, in mid-December at Henry's company Christmas party, I collapsed during dinner. No, not before sitting down in a banquet hall of around 200 people; no, not after enjoying a five-star numerous course cuisine; and no, not while dancing in my fantastic new gown.

No, I collapsed on plate two of dinner. Well, not exactly ON plate two...I did have sufficient time before kissing the table to move my plate a little. Henry moved it the rest of the way once he realized I had checked out.

Once I came to, Henry and his brother, Will (thank God we were at a table mostly comprised of family who closed ranks amidst those who thought they were helping but well...I trust my family more to give me CPR ~ not that it came to that, mind you, but in my fog, I could hear everyone stating they could save me...great; at that moment, it was more embarrassment than anything else!) carried me out to the lobby in the hopes of having 'fresh, cool' air revive me. Well, apparently, my body wasn't quite ready for this trip, and I signed out again. Ambulance came to take me to hospital. All I could think of was,

• thank God my dress was long
• thank goodness I wore sexy thigh highs that came off quick for sticky electrode placement for heart monitor testing (always want to look good at times like this ~ yes, I didn't know they were stuck on the legs as well as the chest either!)
  
• phew, we had already won a door prize during dinner plate #1 (it better not be scooped off our table ~ you know what happens to the centerpieces at functions like these!)
  
• At least I had enjoyed the roast beef and most of plate #2
• thank goodness plate #2 wasn't soup!
• I get to ride in an ambulance for the first time!
  

Instead of staying at the fabulous Hilton, with the soft feather beds,

I stayed the night at the Etobicoke General Emergency Room hooked up to all kinds of wires and monitors that kept poor Henry awake until the wee hours of the morning (you know not much stops ME from sleeping ~ even on a rock hard stretcher without a pillow)

I'll continue with the rest of the story tomorrow.