Let me share a story here. Sometimes we get trapped in systems and expectations. My first trip to Mexico I ended up in a bar named for the ruler of Mexico before ¡Revolución! I was hanging out with a couple of librarians from U. Michigan, and as we know from that documentary series Parks & Recreation, the Librarians always win. They'd been goading me on with tales of organ theft for the couple of days previous, but I was disbelieving. I figured, if you don't head off the beaten path, you probably won't get in much trouble. Someone must have slipped me something, because I woke before the dawn the next morning to a bed filled with what I thought was blood. On the nightstand was a note saying I should seek medical attention. I was in a blind panic. Of course it wasn't blood at all just corn syrup and food coloring. The Librarians couldn't stop laughing for the next week.
Let me share a story here. Sometimes we get trapped in systems and expectations. My first trip to Mexico I ended up in a bar named for the ruler of Mexico before ¡Revolución! I was hanging out with a couple of librarians from U. Michigan, and as we know from that documentary series Parks & Recreation, the Librarians always win. They'd been goading me on with tales of organ theft for the couple of days previous, but I was disbelieving. I figured, if you don't head off the beaten path, you probably won't get in much trouble. Someone must have slipped me something, because I woke before the dawn the next morning to a bed filled with what I thought was blood. On the nightstand was a note saying I should seek medical attention. I was in a blind panic. Of course it wasn't blood at all just corn syrup and food coloring. The Librarians couldn't stop laughing for the next week.
Were you walking a little funny when you got up? Sounds more like you might've been on the receiving end of an organ donation (if only briefly)...