This more or less illustrates how I felt today. I’ve had a potentially concerning level of lightheadedness these past few months. I fainted at Jeff’s wedding in June and almost fainted at the office this morning.
When a limb hurts or you have shooting pain in your back, you usually know what’s going on. When you’re nauseated, you apply rest and remedies to make yourself feel better. When your brain loses function and the world begins to darken, you’re utterly helpless, and it’s scarier than hell.
Perhaps worst is the inane embarrassment associated with incoming lightheadedness and the dreaded blackout. When someone faints, people flock to panic and assess. I found myself paradoxically reticent about my condition this morning at the office because I didn’t want coworkers to be alarmed or upset. Once safely in my chair, I got over that emotion and called Hanna to pick me up.
I’ll find out tomorrow what the problem is. It’s likely something minor like anemia, but it’s distressing nonetheless. I generally like moving around freely.
