On Friday night I fainted for the very first time. I was standing outside of a pub talking to a pair of friends and I started to get dizzy and sweaty. I thought: Oh great, I’m gonna barf — so I volleyed a goodbye over my shoulder and started speedwalking toward my car. Meanwhile, the dizzy continued, I began sweating profusely, a buzz swelled in my ears, my vision dimmed — I felt my knees buckle — and then I came to on the pavement, the right side of my body scraped and brusied at regular intervals from ankle to cheekbone. I pushed myself up and sat down on a nearby stone bench. Then I threw up violently for several minutes.
A. said,
November 2, 2009 at 10:12 am
Shit, dude.
unreliable narrator said,
November 5, 2009 at 6:03 pm
UGH. This is a flawless but horrifying description.
Is you okies now? You don’t have the dread schweine flu does you?
I fainted only once, in Japanese tea ceremony. It was exactly as you say. Minus the subsequent violent puking, mercifully, and the scraped everything, because I was in a tiny tatami-covered teahouse.
I send you a poem now. About puking.
I am worried.
anatomyofadress said,
November 5, 2009 at 6:17 pm
I am okay. I think I just didn’t eat enough on Friday. Am trying to be more mindful of cramming food into my schedule… : /