on blacking out in the bathroom...

In my twenty nine years of living on this planet, I have never once blacked out for reasons not pertaining to head trauma. I've been knocked out once, for about 10 seconds or so after doing a nice backwards head-plant on a ski slope, but that's the only time that I know of that I've ever lost consciousness other than falling asleep.

That all changed this morning when I blacked out in the bathroom, and woke up on the floor in a panic, not having any idea where I was or what was happening. All I knew was that I was on the floor and that I couldn't control my arms. It was, without a doubt, one of the scariest feelings I've ever had. It was interesting. I woke up this morning and was thirsty, so I got a glass of water in my bathroom and proceeded to take a drink. The gulp of water didn't want to go down, so I took another to force the first one down. You all know what this feels like. However, the second one wouldn't go either, and the resulting pain was so great that my entire body tensed up and I began to hear this rushing sound, similar to static that just grew and grew and eventually overwhelmed me. I woke up on the floor in a puddle of water from the cup that was in my hand, in a state of total confusion and panic.

I've never had an experience like this before, and frankly, I don't want to have it again. It made me realize something, though. I'm not invincible. I treat my body pretty poorly, as most people can attest. I have high blood pressure that I usually ignore, type II diabetes that I usually ignore as well, I'm out of shape and I my diet is less than healthy to say the least. Despite these problems, I've always just dealt with it, never really having a situation where things were beyond my control. Today, was it. It was the first time that something happened that I couldn't just ignore. It was out of my grasp.

So... why am I blogging this? I don't know. I guess it seemed rather significant.