Mine occurred at a Tampa Bay Buccaneers game at the old stadium. Back then they only had seats in the end zone and we were really crammed in there. Once I got in I wasn't able to get out. It was supposed to be around 80° so I thought I would have no problem, but it ended up being around 95°. I went through the large amount of water I brought pretty quickly and ended up buying a bunch more. I tried putting ice under my testicles in a form water all over me. I did manage to make it through the game, but what I didn't know was when I got into an area with an air conditioner my body would go into shock. This happens every time. Anyway, I started urinating profusely and didn't realize it.
I ended up passing out a couple of hours later and when I woke up the next morning in the hospital it took me a while to figure out what was going on. I had drank too much water in flushed out my electrolytes. I learned a lesson that day. You can drink too much water. Quadius On Sun, Apr 3, 2011 at 3:06 PM, <[email protected]> wrote: > We are all family, and we know that we have this family stories. I will > share a family story about my overheating a few years ago. > > In the process of selling our cabin in the mountains, I picked the hottest > day of the year, 95° in the shade to drive to our cabin by myself to say > goodbye. It was a lifelong dream and I wanted some time alone in the area > by myself. I did not tell my wife that I was going, told my personal care > attendant, and called her on my cell phone before heading back the > mountain. As far as she knew, everything was fine and I was safe. I > started the half-mile drive into the woods in the van stops. Okay, no > problem I have my cell phone, except in the mountains, in the trees, in the > van, there is no cell service. I could not open the ramp because of the > trees, but by opening the van door I got one bar on my cell phone. > > I believe in being prepared and I had a telephone number of the local > garage program into my phone, so I called them and they send someone out to > give me a hand. At this point in time I had been out in the heat over an > hour, but being in the shade it was not a problem. The van started, I went > and spent a few hours at the cabin, said my goodbyes and headed out. By > this time I was starting to overheat and knew that I would be driving 80 > miles in a van that could quit at any time. Idea, stop at the local > convenience store, purchased their cheapest cooler, two bags of ice and 12 > bottles of water, just in case. By this time the was really getting to me, > I was not using the air conditioner in the van as I didn't want to overtax > the engine. > > Stopping at the local store, which in the mountains does everything, I > asked if I could sit in their meat locker has I was getting very close to a > heat stroke. They looked at me funny, but they let me set in the meat room. > > As I sat there and cool down, I tried to concoct some kind of story that I > would tell my wife says she wouldn't kill me for going and not telling her. > Oh well, I took my lumps. > > The moral of the story is then went your meat overheat. > > > Glenn Henry >
