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tifu by doing exactly what my mom said and almost got me killed.

Prelude: my mother is an amazing person and has always gone above and beyond as a mom and I can't thank her enough for all that she has done in my life, secondly I'm on mobile and my spelling is sub par at best. Now let's get on with it.

My state is having record temperature heat spikes for the past 3 days or so. It has been a fairly consistent 115 degrees Fahrenheit or 41 degrees Celsius for my out of country readers. For all three days my activities have all been out doors, rafting in the sun all day, working in a field moving dirt in wheelbarrows, that sort of labor that is absolutely back breaking in this temperature. So on the third and last day of this heat spike my mom asked me to mow my and my neighbor's lawn (I take care of his property because tight knit neighborhood) all in all it's about 3 lots of grass to mow. I did it while it was 100 degrees 37 degrees Celsius while I had a huge sunburn on my shoulders and my lips so sunburnt they have giant swollen blisters on them. I filled mine and my neighbor's yard debris bins and loaded them onto my truck and was getting ready to take them to the recycling center (because we recycle anything we can). We had a rather large pile of yard debris in the corner, just sticks and grass and other compostable items. I have both the bins loaded to the brim already and was about to leave when my mother stopped me in the heat of the day and asked where I was going without all the yard debris, and that she wasn't getting her money worth because one of the bins was my neighbor's. And I said "I can either put this all back or I can take this to the dump and remove the rest of the debris when it isn't 115 degrees 41 Celsius." And she finally let me go after saying some other things that made me not happy (I don't remember what they were my mind was sun fried and my skin was leaning more towards well done than medium rare.

So I left with my gf to dump the debris really really angry because my mom seemed to have forgotten that my body was fried, my arms and legs felt like jello from working in the heat, and I hadn't had anything to eat that day. I was hot, angry and stunk to high heaven. And then it hit me, the malicious compliance. I turned my truck around backed it up to the debris and started loading it with my gf. It was so dam hot and not the weather to do any of this but she said she wanted it done so I did it. But at what cost? About 20 minutes into loading the debris my gf said she was dizzy and seeing spots despite drinking water so I said go rest, and then I trucked a big air conditioner across from my neighbors house (we share ac units because he isn't living on the property at the moment) hauled it over in the heat and set it up for her. And then back to your regular scheduled program. I finished loading the debris purely out of malicious spite.

When I came in the house from unloading I couldn't speak, my words came out jumbled from heat fatigue. I found a bowl of water most likely for our dog and buried my face in it (think Fin in the Force Awakens when they enter the town and he sees the water reserve) I wash my face and drink the water, shaking and about to collapse. I stumble to the back room and basically falling onto the floor I begin to cough and hyperventilate to the point my face arms and chest have gone completely numb, my legs feel like jelly, and my eyes and mouth can barely move. I also manage to twist my ankle somehow. I feel like shit. I can't move my body, I'm about to pass out, all the water I drank I felt like I was about to throw up so I tried to lay on my side in case I passed out and threw up so I didn't choke on my vomit. I couldn't move I could barely open my eyes. After 15 minutes I could move my arms a bit and I reached for my phone and as a joke played knocking on heaven's door by guns and roses and my girlfriend just about lost it. She was so nice and helpful I can't thank her enough. Later my mom walked in and said I was being melodramatic and I should have just done it faster and mentions I didn't get enough sleep. For reference I went to bed on a slew of medication and slept through 3 alarms in the morning so I was well rested, but she seemed to have forgotten the heat out side. Now I'm recovering in an air conditioned room with my amazing girlfriend eating Mexican food and cool sodas (after drinking more water of course ) and that is my story on how I got maliciously compliant and almost killed myself doing it for the most pointless reason possible.all in all I'm not mad at my mom at all she just made a bad parent call and the tifu was indeed my fault. Thank you for reading and go drink a glass of water please.

TL:DR I finished the job my mom asked me to do and it almost got me killed by heat stroke.

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