Financial Hack

I arrived at work on Friday at 7 am as usual. I hiked the 10 flights of stairs and stopped by a co-worker’s desk to say hello. We chatted about her family drama for a bit when suddenly…

A kaleidoscope of sparkles filled my eyes and darkness danced in waves at the edges of my vision.

I glanced at the floor and realized…

My sudden dizziness was going to cause me to fall.

My work load, my poor diet, and my stress level had finally hit my body and it was raising the white flag of surrender.

As I reached out my arms for something to soften my fall, I couldn’t help but wish I had known ‘losing it’ would so closely resemble a fourth of July fireworks show. Maybe I would have planned it sooner?

Kidding!

I grabbed the wall as I started to run toward my desk saying, ‘I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m really really sorry’ to my co-worker as I abandoned her mid-sentence in an effort to find a padded chair to land.

She followed me in a panic screaming, ‘What’s wrong? What just happened?!?!? Your face! What happened to your face?!?!’

‘Huh?’ I asked while half sitting half falling into my chair.

‘Your face. I saw it happen on your face. It drained of color. I’m calling an ambulance!!’ she said in a panic.

Naturally, I was confused. How could I lose color in my face? It’s shocking considering the fact that on any given day, my skin can make the palest of vampires look like George Hamilton.

‘No. Please don’t call an ambulance’ I begged. ‘ I’m fine’ I lied.

I rested my head in my hands and realized the right side of my face was completely numb. I was terrified to look into a mirror lest my face hang detached on one side like a stroke victim. And yes, the superficial part of me was far more concerned with the prospect of facial deformities than internal and perhaps metal complications.

Hey there now. I never claimed to be Mother Teresa!

I pushed my fingers into my skin feeling only sensations from my fingers and nothing from my face.

I contemplated calling my dentist to get some much needed work done since his Novocain isn’t exactly effective on me and my face finally, for once, was numb, but decided against it.

15 minutes (and four phone calls to my attorney finalizing my last will and testament) later, all was normal again.

I gained something.

My resolve.

I told ‘Big Box Store’ I was done. And I’m really done this time.

Money is important… but so is my life.