The following passage from Luis Alberto Urrea's The Devil's Highway describes the symptoms of heat exhaustion, like Carroll's Poem 13, alternates a calm description of symptoms with instructions on how to proceed.

Heat exhaustion.

Your fever is spiking now, and like the flu, you have gotten more and more ill. Headaches. You get nauseous, you want to vomit. If you vomit, you lose more fluids.  You are not only clumsy, but enervated.  Your body is weak, and your will is slipping.  Your tongue is wood. You could give a damn.  Your heart is pounding, loud in your ears.  Your breath is shallow and fast, and each breath dries you further. Eyelids scrape across eyeballs dry as pebbles.

Your skin is icy, you might shiver.

This is good place for the infirm among you to have their heart attacks. Your fluid level has dropped—there’s not enough fluid to fill the container of your body. Your heart beats faster, trying to suck up some blood from the internal drought. (124)

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