I was going down a short flight of stars, didn’t see the last two steps because I’d thought I was already on the last one and I fell. The same thing happened several years ago and I was wearing the same skirt. I rolled my right ankle, but it’s not too bad. I can put weight on my foot and hobble. Immediately after I fell and landed on my arse, I was filled with minor self-annoyance and major shock. I somehow got myself up (while still carrying three bags) and tested how much it would hurt to put down my right foot.
It hurt a bit. I was trembling as I got my bags into my car, then it became harder to maintain physical balance. It was a struggle to stand up straight — I wanted to collapse but couldn’t do it in the garage. I somehow got myself to the foyer, seeing stars and kaleidoscopic lights the whole time and noticing that sounds became quieter and quieter, then I flopped down onto a different set of stairs. I came to moments later and drank some almond milk. One of the cats just looked at me in my duress. No discernible expressions of concern.
I’ve passed out/blacked out before due to very low blood sugar and heat. It’s a very peculiar experience to know you’re about to faint. The first time it happened, it was only due to low blood sugar and heat. This time, though, there was an element of physical trauma. There was probably a bit of insufficient blood sugar and it was a hot day.
Explain it to me like I’m ten. What exactly happened in my body where falling down and sustaining a minor ankle injury made me shake and faint? I’ve rolled/twisted my right ankle so many times in my life that I really need to pay more attention to where I put it.
And now for a pretty cupcake.