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madrobinsI have a fainting disorder. Tested and diagnosed and everything. Which means that every so rarely often, usually precipitated by some sort of GI uproar, I go nose-first into the floor. There is nothing delicate and Victorian about fainting, at least not the way I do it. The best thing I can say is that I've learned, when I feel swoony, to get down on the floor first, rather than later. On a really deep faint I go so out that I dream for the thirty seconds or so that I'm out, and come to thinking I must be in bed still. I have been told by my doctor that this whole thing is the result of a basically healthy system misreading a physical cue and over-reacting. Tell that to the tooth I snapped off on the bathroom floor ten years ago or so.
This morning was a swoony one. I did get down on the floor, dreamt through the faint, woke up confused, and now, an hour later, am feeling fine. But I do remind myself of Christopher Robin's sneezles and wheezles sometimes, with that "how do we amuse them today" thing going on.
This morning was a swoony one. I did get down on the floor, dreamt through the faint, woke up confused, and now, an hour later, am feeling fine. But I do remind myself of Christopher Robin's sneezles and wheezles sometimes, with that "how do we amuse them today" thing going on.