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12/31/2005: "Mystery"

Well, it's a mystery to me. When does one call 911? I've never done it, but last night I asked myself that question. I don't feel sick, but I'm awfully dehydrated. And weak. Like a kitten. In the middle of the night, I woke up and decided I should have an ice cube or two. But I had to stop and rest on the short walk between the bedroom and the kitchen. When I finally got there, I had to lie down on the kitchen floor, with the ice cube tray on the floor next to me. And I sucked on a couple cubes. Surely that was a pathetic sight. I'm pretty sure no one saw it, though. But as I lay there, I started wondering if I should call 911. It's not like I was having a heart attack or something, but I know if I was in a hospital they'd hook me up an IV until I was back to full strength. I started thinking, I don't even have the strength to sit up, let alone walk. I could easily pass out. And I certainly wouldn't be able to call 911 then. I figured, if it was the wrong thing to do, I'd deal with that later, along with what I suspect would be complications and hassles with insurance. But, of course, I talked myself out of it. I'm afraid the answer to the question is that I should call 911 if I'm in such bad shape that I can't call 911. Hmm, what a conundrum!