I remember the feeling right before I lost consciousness and the absolutely horrible feeling of coming out of it. In both cases, I had no clue at all about where I was or what was going on or if I was awake or dreaming. The extreme confusion, dizziness and a weird mentholated feeling in my head were extremely disturbing. I though this would be an isolated incident due to being exposed to something I hadn't expected (and sort of made the squeamish part of me come out).
In a twist of somewhat comical reoccurrence, I almost went down again in a staff meeting yesterday. It's not actually funny, but it kind of is at the same time. Nothing disturbing was going on, but again, I was in a room full of people and felt the terror of my mind slipping away.
I know my Dad reads my blog from time to time, and may be learning about this for the first time right here. The whole situation is extremely embarrassing, and disturbing, and caused me to go see my doctor, who is sending me to another doctor (in a process that I would call 'an escalation' if this was a project at work).
It's been difficult to talk about, but writing has always been a cathartic process for me. I can't say if I will be doing much in the way of blogging in the coming weeks, but I will be trying to crank out the quality prose if time allows. The changes in my life are becoming increasingly significant.