So "fainted" is a really sissy word I refuse to use on myself. Let's go with "momentarily concious impaired".

So the climate change finally caught up with me. I'm sick. With a freaking chest infection. I can't even breathe properly. Even though it's 80 degrees I was shivering and shaking, my head pounded, a runny nose, and a hacking cough.
Yesterday I passed out at work and they sent me home early. When I got to my apartment, my roommate (who's a lifeguard/nurse) looked at me and freaked out. I had a fever of 102, which is really bad because my natural body temperature is somewhere in 96. I know this because a while back I was doing 2 hyperbaric oxygen treatments a day, and they have to take your temperature before and after each treatment. To make sure you don't, y'know, explode.
Then I went to work again today, and everyone just sounded really far away. My manager told me to go home, and in his words, "Don't come back until you're 100% better." So I have the next three days off.

I feel weird because of how much I've been sleeping. I slept on and off last night while watching CSI, then went to bed at 9 and slept until 9 this morning when my alarm went off. I took a shower, got dressed and everything...then slept for another hour until my bus came. Then I got sent home and I slept for another two hours.
And I'm still exhausted.

But I still love working here, like I keep telling everyone. Don't mistake me, it's a buttload of hard work and they push you pretty hard. Next week I'm scheduled with two ten hour shifts, which will majorly suck. I think both those nights I'm working the Pirate and Princess party...

So Imma go sleep some more.