A wise man should consider that health is the greatest of human blessings, and learn how by his own thought to derive benefit from his illnesses.
Hippocrates (460 BC – 377 BC), Regimen in Health
That quotation is probably bullshit. Still, health is important; to enjoy life, you must be capable of enjoying life – you have to be healthy.
In Part 1, I told you about the first time that I passed out, and the second time which followed a few moments later. I chopped my nail in half and must have spread chilli into the wound on my nailbed. It was like rubbing salt into it, only worse and with added stabbyness. I fainted, and then got over it, but not without having an interesting experience.
This post, Part 2, will come as a bit of an anticlimax.
Nearly 2 months ago, not long before I wrote Part 1, I woke up and went to sit at the computer. It was about 10 o’clock. About an hour and a half later, my vision started to go, much like it does sometimes when standing up (orthostatic hypotension). But, after a few seconds, my vision didn’t clear, and the fuzziness spread. I thought I was going to be sick.
The next thing I knew, I could hear a loud noise. I opened my eyes. My first thought was: “what the hell are my glasses doing there? What? Huh? Why do they look like that? They’re bent! Er… I don’t remember anything happening to my glasses…” ((To be honest, it was probably much less coherent than that.)) I had no idea where I was. It’s hard enough to recognise your room from the floor in the best of conditions, ((Try it now – get out of your chair and put your head down on the ground. Doesn’t it look different? I sometimes like to look at the world upside down or in a mirror or even just from unusual angles, because it looks so different. It’s fun and I’m strange.)) but with the total emptiness of my mind at the point that I woke up, I was scared ((Is that what it feels like to lose your mind? To have Alzheimer’s?)).
It took me a few seconds to work out my location and what had happened. I was sitting at the computer, reading a Wikipedia article, and then… I must have passed out. Shit.
I examined myself mentally – everything was still there ((When I went to see the Doctor, she asked me if I had been incontinent. Thankfully not.)), although my head felt strange, and the noise was still there ((It was like the sound of loud white noise, and I managed to get it to go away a few minutes later by shaking my head a bit and listening to sounds. Maybe my brain’s hearing circuitry wasn’t tuned in. Probably not an apt analogy, but still cool.)). I was positioned on the ground, legs stretched out behind me and my hands, palms down, level with my face as if the police had just said “hands up!”. I had clearly landed on my head ((And banged my legs badly on the way down. In the next few days, extensive bruises formed. I must be a heavy bastard.)), but it wasn’t exactly painful.
I passed out before I hit the ground – as evidenced by the loss of vision and the lack of memory of the impact with the ground. Fortunately that meant I didn’t get to conciously experience the immediate head pain as it hit the ground. I bet it hurt ((I would know. Today, I stupidly jumped when I happened to be in a doorway. I smacked my head against the top of the doorframe with tremendous force. My head still hurts from that, but I remained concious.)). But it makes me think: I now know what it feels like to be “dead before you hit the floor” such as when you’re shot between the eyes. It feels like absolutely nothing ((I would have just cut to black, like the end of The Sopranos, and by black I mean nothing.)). Nothing as in the thing of which rocks dream ((I’m sorry to steal that definition from the creationists, but I like it.)). Except for the failing vision being replaced by someone raising a gun at me, it would have felt the same ((And also without the waking up part.)).
But how long had I been out for? I really didn’t know, and that’s troubling. My gut feeling was that I was only out for seconds ((That’s what I told my Doctor.)), but without a witness or having looked at a clock before and after, there’s no way I could know. I may have experienced ‘life flashing before my eyes’ ((Where ‘life’ is replaced by ‘completely random stuff’.)), but 2 months on, I’m not sure if I did, and that might have just been when I was waking up anyway. That aside, my mind was definitely completely empty for a time, hence probably incapable of recording how long I had been unconscious. Strange.
I picked up my glasses, popped the lenses back into place, and then put them on. They didn’t fit properly any more. I stayed there for a minute, shocked, and then got up and walked to my bed. My conscious history had just recorded its first ((When I chopped my finger in Part 1, I was vaguely aware that I was passing out, even though I’d never done it before. That was more like a conscious falling asleep.)) clean break ((Am I still the same person? Is Picard the same person after using the transporter? Who knows.)).
Why did it happen? I don’t know, though I’ve had some ideas. The day before I’d felt unwell – in a general way, with a bit of a headache and nausea, though nothing major. I remember that at the time my vision started to go, I’d just read something which rather worried me. Could that have set something in motion? I’d also not eaten or drunk anything in about 20 hours, so maybe it was that. Alternatively, there could have been something seriously wrong with me, but as I have not passed out since, that’s probably not the case. That does mean that I’ve not been able to collect any more data to help prove my ideas, but every silver lining…
I went to my Doctor; she asked me some questions and I answered them truthfully. It would have been useful if someone had witnessed my passing out, but unfortunately there wasn’t ((That would have helped differentiate between a seizure and just a faint.)). She did a few standard tests (testing reflexes and balance, listening to my heart and so on) and they caused no concern (although I seem to have no reflexes in my arms). She also took my pulse and blood pressure. I’m very nervous about going to the doctors, particularly at a time like this: it was my first time going alone, and I was also anxious that something could be seriously wrong with me. Both were very elevated, but I think they could be explained by my anxiety, and the Doctor wasn’t overly worried ((Of course, I now worry that I have high blood pressure. If I do I’m fucked.)). Anyway, she recommended nothing but to return immediately if I passed out again.
Sleeping aside, I’ve been conscious ever since.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my health recently. As far as I know, I’m not ill, but it seems like most days I have minor complaints that, although not serious, mean I rarely go long without thinking – and worrying – about my health. I hate just how completely tied my conciousness – ‘me‘ – is to this body, a mass of blood and guts and bacteria, which is inevitably going to fail. I realise that there is no other way; I just hope that it will keep going well into my old age.
I will do my best to treat it well.
The thought of you on the floor makes me hot.
Fancy some role playing?
Sorry about the obscure question here – but which font are you using for your titles? It’s very pretty.
Helvetica maybe? I’m not sure
(I couldn’t tell if that comment was spam or not, but as it had no links, I let it through).
You seem to worry too much.
And I know Dr Kimbleman. Just passing out for what seemed like no reason just shook me up a bit. I’m 18, I shouldn’t be passing out (when sober anyway).
I’ll get over it eventually.
I don’t worry terribly much about other stuff.
Well, sure, if you’re going to worry about anything worry about your health. I guess I’d be freaked if I passed out too.
Probably worth checking your diet although I’m sure the Dr Kimblewoman probably brought that up.
As for my most prized possession. It’s me; my mind. My body is just an unfortunate object I currently depend on to exist.
If I considered my mind to be a possession then I would have to agree with you. It’s probably due to some arbitrary definition of ‘possession’ that I hold.
American TV has given me the answer. You had a Flash Forward.
Unfortunately since you saw nothing it means that you are going to die. However, you seem to have been the only one effected by the phenomena so the exact date known of your death is unknown; all we can be certain of it that you will die eventually.
Shit. Thanks for the warning.
FlashForward has disappointed me somewhat.