Dial 9-1-1!

For whatever reason, there's been some crazy emergency-ish things happening in the last couple of days.

The first emergency-ish incident was last Friday.

I had my 7:00am Basic Athletic Training class (my only class of the day), so I got up at 6:30am, grabbed some breakfast, and went to class in my sweats. Oh the joy of being able to come home after class and grab a couple more zzz's.

While I was in class, I started getting this feeling that I HATE. It's only happened a couple of times, but I know what it means. But before I get ahead of myself, let's rewind to last year...the first major incident. It was the first Sunday in my new ward and (of course) I wanted to look nice. Aubrey and I have a pact that if I do her makeup, she does my hair. Best pact ever seeing as I can't do hair to save my life. Anyways, I was kneeling in the bathroom while she was doing my hair and I started to get this weird feeling...like I had to think to breathe. At first, I ignored it. But then it got harder and harder to breathe. It felt like my brain was being squeezed or something and my vision was fading in and out. I started feeling dizzy and I remember saying, "Guys...I think I'm gonna pass out."

And then everything went black.

I woke up on the floor with one of my roommates holding my feet in the air and no idea how I ended up on the floor. Scariest. Feeling. Ever. All my roommates said was that after I said that I was passing out, my whole body got limp, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I crumpled to the floor. Kinda cool but kinda scary.

Fast forward back to last Friday.

I was sitting in class (it was almost over) learning about shoulder injuries and how to put back dislocated shoulders, when I got that same feeling. I had to think to breathe. Here was my thought process:

"Oh crap...not again. Well, at least my teacher's an athletic trainer and will know what to do if I collapse on my way out of class. But that would be SO embarrassing! But cool. No no no, much more embarrassing. Oh my goodness Heavenly Father, PLLLEEAASSEE don't let me pass out while I walk out of class! Crap...I can't breathe. I think I'm gonna throw up. I'm gonna throw up AND pass out. Vision...blurry...dang it..."

And then everything went black.

I woke up with my face on my desk all hunched over. Luckily, the bell rang a few minutes later. I guess it must have looked like I fell asleep or something. Frankly, I don't remember anyone's reactions or the end of class...I just remember walking to my car thinking, "Am I safe to drive? I hope I don't crash..." And then I called my mom and told her the whole story. She thought I might be anemic, but I donated blood yesterday and my levels were in the normal-high range. Who knows...maybe I just randomly faint. Or maybe it has something to do with my two concussions within a month from snowboarding accidents my freshman year...hmmm...

The second emergency-ish incident was this morning.

It was 7:40am and I was trying to pack my backpack to hustle to my 8:00am nutrition class. I was putting on my jacket and getting ready to leave when I hear Aubrey scream bloody murder, "RACHEELLL!!!! Get in here!!!!" from the kitchen. I dropped everything and ran back there to see this:

Okay...it was more like this:

But it was still terrifying.

I'd like to say that we were very calm and put out the fire with no problems...but that would be a lie.

We were screaming and running around in circles like crazy people.

So crazy, in fact, that poor Erin ran down the stairs very confused. And for someone who wakes up looking like this:

I'm sure she was freaking out too.

First, Aubrey tried throwing some flour on the fire, but when it burst into more massive flames, we needed a new plan. I retreated to look for something to smother it with (dirt or a towel). As soon as I got back to the kitchen, I saw Aubrey take a huge glass of water and dump it all over the fire. Success! It was out. But there was smoke all over our house. We ran to every window we could find, pulled up the blinds, and threw open the windows to get the smoke get out. One of our friends from church walked by our window and said, "Man...I wish our house was this exciting in the mornings!" We laughed.

So after these two incidents I've come to a conclusion:

All I want for Christmas is a fire extinguisher. And maybe really cute new pair of shoes. But mostly a fire extinguisher.