So on Friday I gave everyone a little scare. I don't know exactly what it was but for about an hour I felt very unwell. Most of the time that foreigners don't feel well in Beijing it's the food. They've eaten something that doesn't sit right with them and they begin ...well I figure you have a good enough idea of what probably happens. I don't think it was something I ate. I just think that my body finally told itself, "Scott, you're exhausted!".
I was sitting in class trying to judge the singing competition (which with all the backstreet boys and disingenious, sappy love songs the Chinese love was painful enough) my heart started to beat extremely rapidly my chest felt like it was becoming a bit constricted. I stuck it out as long as I could. I sat there listening to someone sing Westlife's "My Love" for as long as I could before telling my American volunteer, Dale (yes it's a girl actually) that I was feeling unwell and slipping out. Outside I was sitting on the floor, kind of slumped against the wall thinking, "Well this sucks!". Finally, Dale came out and asked me if I was feeling well and I just took her hand and stuck it on my chest so that she could feel how crazy my heart was pumping.
She made me lay down. Women always overreact to everything.
Anyway what I thought was so funny is how some of my students handled it (most were in class and unaware of anything going on). That ones that did find me were like, "Teacher! Are you ok?" They tried to support me like I was lame as I walked. I ended up down in the headquarters office drinking water before insisting on going back to class. I think that in the long run it was just exhaustion from working so hard and never sleeping. It might have been a food allergy but I've never been allergic to any foods before. I've still got a month and half until I'm 26.
I was sitting in class trying to judge the singing competition (which with all the backstreet boys and disingenious, sappy love songs the Chinese love was painful enough) my heart started to beat extremely rapidly my chest felt like it was becoming a bit constricted. I stuck it out as long as I could. I sat there listening to someone sing Westlife's "My Love" for as long as I could before telling my American volunteer, Dale (yes it's a girl actually) that I was feeling unwell and slipping out. Outside I was sitting on the floor, kind of slumped against the wall thinking, "Well this sucks!". Finally, Dale came out and asked me if I was feeling well and I just took her hand and stuck it on my chest so that she could feel how crazy my heart was pumping.
She made me lay down. Women always overreact to everything.
Anyway what I thought was so funny is how some of my students handled it (most were in class and unaware of anything going on). That ones that did find me were like, "Teacher! Are you ok?" They tried to support me like I was lame as I walked. I ended up down in the headquarters office drinking water before insisting on going back to class. I think that in the long run it was just exhaustion from working so hard and never sleeping. It might have been a food allergy but I've never been allergic to any foods before. I've still got a month and half until I'm 26.
