So here I sit, having had a cold for several days. I slept like hell last night, due to a snotty nose. I got up first thing this morning and took some Dayquil for relief. I then took a pee. Next thing I know, I had blacked out and collapsed onto the floor, bashing my head on the tile wall on the way down. I say there for a minute when Julie came to see what was up. I got up, and remember that, but apparently did it again as soon as I exited the bath room. This time I didn't get up. Weird. She called 911 (which coincidentally is not a joke in this town) and asked questions to me. The fire department came first, and then the EMTs. All vitals were ok, so I declined a ride to the ER. I did go to the clinic and saw a family medicine doc. She couldn't find anything wrong, but also ordered blood work. I will see her again on Monday. I have do idea what happened, but it has the bejeebers worried out of me.
I have been knocked out before, but remember it. I don't recall any of my second fall, which worries me.
I have been knocked out before, but remember it. I don't recall any of my second fall, which worries me.