



So I was doing exercise with a family member when I got really dizzy and wobbly. I went over to a table to take a break, drink some water, and then my vision got all fucky and my hearing was really muffled. My father (who I was working out with) told me I should get up to get some blood rushing through my body in hopes I could get better. I didn’t. I walked a few feet, stopped, covered my face with my hands, and blacked out. Woke up to my father carrying me over to a chair. Sat there for a bit, and had headache spells with my vision coming and going, my hearing still being weird.
I would never wish that on my worst enemy. Scariest thing I’ve dealt with, and also absolutely unpredictable. I will forever be grateful, though, that I never hit the floor.