I’d say it was about 10:00 when I blacked out.
Quite honestly, I had never expected to feint or get close to feinting. I eat a healthy diet, I’m not sick, and I don’t have allergies or anything.
I suppose it was the plastic bottle.
Yep, a plastic bottle made me black out.
Since I’m probably not making much sense, I should explain. I was getting up bright and early to do one of the things I love to do—conserve the ocean with my pals! We (the folks from the Aqua series and I) were heading to a cleanup of the local beach. Unfortunately, in the haste we had in going, I ended up bringing a plastic bottle.
Not exactly the right kind of message to send at a litter cleanup.
So I left the bottle in the car. Once I got there, it was pretty simple—I received a bag and we started cleaning up everything! I’m sad to say there was… a lot.
Seriously, litter is a problem. I picked up tons of cigarette butts and a variety of other plastic litter. This stuff is awful to the ocean, so I was proud of my—however small—contribution that day.
It was hard work. I was bent over, picking up trash and trying to take photos of the event, such as this one.
Finally, my bag hosting a variety of litter, I brought everything in with the rest of my Aqua gang. We headed to a nearby pavilion, where there were tables and bars and stuff. Ms. Dana started going through everything and showing what we found.
We actually found a random plastic dinosaur. XD
My Dad showed up just in time.
I suddenly realized how tired I was. I suddenly was struck with dizziness. I suddenly found myself saying, “Uh, Dad? I’m not feeling well.”
Then the worst came.
I told Dad I needed water, and I realized I was losing vision fast. It seemed to happen slowly, but in reality, I had a few seconds.
From the outside-in, my vision literally went black. I leaned on Dad for support and told him I couldn’t see anything. We made our way over to the water fountain nearby. I lost vision completely by the time we made it there.
Water brought me around. As I tapped the button for water (it took me a moment; Dad actually says I originally reached toward the trash cans XD ) water came up. I saw two shapes… the button? And the spout with the water.
As I drank the water, my vision gradually came back.
I was still severely dizzy but made my way back. Ms. Dana by this point had picked up on it, and checked with me. Dad and I told her I would be alright.
Still, blindness scared me. It was a scary feeling. And at the worst moment, my legs almost gave out.
I’m confident I almost feinted.
As Ms. Dana gathered the group for a group photo, I tried to join them.
I looked at the camera and smiled, and before she had taken the photo my vision was gone yet again. I looked at the place the camera was a moment, ago, now pitch black.
Dad said later that I looked like I was going to fall over.
He helped support me again afterwards, and I didn’t fall. He supported me.
Looking back, I don’t think I would have interrupted Ms. Dana out of politeness, and I might have actually feinted. My Dad saved me. I’m glad I told him what was happening.
There’s no good way to say this… I got sick.
I never get sick. Well, very rarely, anyway. Surprisingly, getting sick restored my vision. Weird.
Ms. Dana was upon us like a wizard a moment afterward, and she brought us into the lifeguard’s room. I was given ice and water.
Everything from there was much better. I had heat exhaustion, and my reluctancy to bring the plastic water bottle had caused me to be dehydrated. I immediately felt better from something that could have gone very wrong.
So, yep! There’s the story of how I (nearly) feinted. If you would like to hear more about the actual cleanup, feel free to head to Turning the Tide, as it should be up soon.