I was 12, and earlier in the day had attended my friend David’s birthday party in the summer heat.
After the party, I was home and started feeling really cold. I was shivering and shaking and my father sent me to bed, where he piled blanket upon blanket on me to attempt to warm me up (again, not that it’s the middle of summer, it was 30C+ outside all day). My father was a stupid man.
My mother came home from work. She was an ambulance attendant. She screamed at my father and immediately drove me to the hospital, where I had ice baths to cool me down, then I spent 2 days in cold AC rooms while my temperature was monitored.
I was 12, and earlier in the day had attended my friend David’s birthday party in the summer heat.
After the party, I was home and started feeling really cold. I was shivering and shaking and my father sent me to bed, where he piled blanket upon blanket on me to attempt to warm me up (again, not that it’s the middle of summer, it was 30C+ outside all day). My father was a stupid man.
My mother came home from work. She was an ambulance attendant. She screamed at my father and immediately drove me to the hospital, where I had ice baths to cool me down, then I spent 2 days in cold AC rooms while my temperature was monitored.
My parents divorced that year.