Anne, I'm so glad you got checked out again. Feel better.

I'm glad you got it checked out, Anne. I hope it gets better.

Yay for you and the Girl, Seska!

I remember the time I was on Xmas break from college and had fallen asleep on my mom's couch. I woke up, stood up, and was so woozy that I fell backward, landing right on her glass-topped coffee table which just shattered in big pieces. Luckily, I only had a few scratches on my legs.

I cannot ever get up and stand up right away. Part of it is my balance issues with the disability and part of it is low blood pressure. I have to move slowly first thing in the morning.

Lots of clean up got done at home today, and I bought new boots that fit perfectly over my leg braces! At the rate clean up is going I may just be able to have people over by New Years.

All y'all's vasovagal 'sodes are on notice. Please be careful with yourselves. I kinda like your heads in one piece each.

It's weird--my mother had a run of fainting recently, and they focussed their investigations on her GI tract. They always went neurological/vascular when investigating mine. Primarily neurological for my father.

I, of course, got them all the time. Most notably resulting in a several-month-long concussion, and also another one that split my face open. There are two areas in my apartment that I always seem to be able to get to and then feel woozy. I now have a practice of holding onto the walls/furniture around those areas, no matter how I feel, and it's served me well, because it's somehow easier to remember than getting up slowly. How am I supposed to slowly remember something's burning in the oven, or that I need to get the phone before voicemail comes on?

And I moved the sharp-edged furniture (I cracked the back of my head and my face on the same bedside table) out of the danger zone.

I kinda like your heads in one piece each.

Now pausing to consider a mashup of many buffista heads, however, and it's kinda fun. Creepy, but fun.

On an entirely different topic: My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.

Seska, that is beautiful news. May that trickle lead to a flow. Congratulations.

All this concussion takes makes me wonder if a movie/TV show has ever gotten being knocked unconscious right.

The only thing I know about television concussions is that whatever weird thing you do after getting smacked on the noggin (usually amnesia, but sometimes an accent or thinking you're Mr. Howell, occasionally blindness) gets un done when you get whapped again -- often in comically similar circumstances.

I woke someone up every two hours after she got kicked in the head by a stage diver. Poor bunny.

May that trickle lead to a flow.

I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.

Great news, Seska!

{{Anne}}

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