Kel McGowan is Kelligrafie
Well I said I'd blog as soon as I got home, after being told by many a person it would be a story to tell the grandkids. Which it is. But I didn't and you will find out why.
Siobhan had stopped over at my house for the night and we travelled to Leeds to meet up with Nikki in the queue. We joked about many things, none of which are repeatable. Suffice to say one day I will place a hidden microphone in a campout and send the recording to McFly and they will end up receiving therapy for many moons. It mostly involved Tom, sex, Spongebob Squarepants, cats and cross dressing micropigs called Ernest (appearing at Poynter's Love Shack for one night only).
Such are the perverted minds of McFly fans.
I read my book. I read trashy weekly magazines. I made badges (Wilkinsons has a set that lets you make 5 badges for £1 - bargain). I appeared in a student video about when Groupies Go Wrong. Or something. Unfortunately I think most of what I said was too positive so I wasn't in the video much. I did Criss Cross. I ate better than I probably do at home. The weather was pleasant and apart from the odd abusive old man/chav, we were alright.
The gig was great. Brendon was a legend as always. Arrived back home with Siobhan for a quick 4 hour sleep before setting off again for Manchester.
And again all went well... for the first date. We had a bit of trouble with a weird bloke called Smiley (alcoholic) and some chavvy kids but the weather was great, the gig was great etc.
Then we come to Manchester the 2nd date. Hmmm.
Now I'm pretty sure it was started by the fact I didn't have a lot of sleep. I'd been getting a lot more sleep this tour than I usually do. I'd brought more blankets, ate better food. But I felt sick all day on Saturday. After I went back to my hotel to change I took some painkillers and instantly felt better. I had some fruit and chocolate. Great.
Watched Lucy being sassy and playing Buckaroo on Hannah and gave her a reason to call Childline on us. Felt fabulous.
Went into the gig. Got barrier. Still feeling fabulous at this point. I literally could not have felt any better than what I did. I didn't feel weak or tired, which is why what happened came completely out of the blue.
5-10 minutes before Ant came on, I had this really sudden hot flush. I was trying to get the steward's attention to ask for water and all I then remember is being brought into the first aid room to see St John's Ambulance (legends by the way). I'd completely blacked out on the barrier. I, who have been getting dizzy spells for about 16 years but never actually fully fainted. They said it was probably low blood sugar.
But after 45 minutes of listening to Ant, James, Ant and The Vamps' bass pumping through the walls, I was still really, really rough. I had constant tingling down my arms and my whole body felt heavy. I wasn't mentally confused, I could answer all their questions correctly, I knew my name and where I came from. But they said that they couldn't let me leave the venue unattended (I wouldn't have even made it out of the Apollo without collapsing again) and that they wanted my permission to call an ambulance.
When the paramedics came I was wheeled out to the ambulance for more tests. I think I had my blood pressure taken more times in one day than I did all last year. I had those little sucker pads attached to me and wired up to a machine and the little clipper on my finger. It was all too real guys.
Then in a sudden plot twist it emerged that Connor from The Vamps wasn't feeling too great either and he ended up having a few tests in my ambulance. Something was flagged up so it turned out he and Tristan would be off to Manchester Royal with me. Nice young lads, but I couldn't help regretting that they weren't closer to 25 than 15.
Long story short, sat in A&E for three hours watching some loony alcoholic make a tit out of herself. Vomitted the days worth of food up when I had a blood test (I did warn the nurse). Had another consultation with the doctor. No I haven't been drinking, smoking, doing drugs. No I didn't poo myself when I fainted.Turned out to be just a 'normal' faint and that I could go home. Taxi'd it back to the Travelodge where Shiv was waiting to pay the taxi bless her.
Decided to go straight back home instead of meeting McFly. With the intention of eating a load of food and sleeping. Only to end up with a nasty stomach bug. Which meant I was bedbound and unable to eat for 2-3 days. Hence the delay in blogging.
It's currently Wednesday and I'm making plans for Wolverhampton Civic on Saturday. I'm still not 100% but at least I'm not vomiting out of every hole in my body. I'm catching up on Dr Who (The Crimson Horror).
See you all on Saturday for more shenanigans.
File under: Kelligrafie, McFly, The Vamps, Leeds O2 Academy, Manchester O2 Apollo, fainting, blackout
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