I have a heart, I just don't like looking at them...

[neon2300]

Well, I just got back from urgent care. Apparently Michael doesn't take well to class discussions on heart surgery. I started to get really anxious, but I kept telling myself that it was okay - we were only discussing heart failure - not experiencing it. Well then the nausea came and only gave me a couple of seconds of warning as to what was to follow. I awoke to find my health teacher crouched over me telling me I was okay. Its' kind of funny in a twisted way - I was all comfortable, and when I woke up to her face, thought I was having a really weird dream and passed out again. Total count: 3. First was less than a minute followed by two ten second ones afterwards. How embarrassing. I think I spent at least twenty minutes on the floor, and at one point thought I was going to throw up but managed to quell the urge. I haven't passed out in about six years - I kind of thought I was over it, but apparently not. In any event, I got a team of three teachers in there who called my parents to come pick me up. We went to the urgent care on 57th, took an EKG, and drew some blood, and yea. That was the extent of it. They also told me I have a low pulse rate (although I think that might've been from the whole ordeal) but we'll see.

At least my classmates got out early. (And got a demonstration on first aid with me as the dummy.)

And really if you're going to keel over in school, what better place to do it than in health class?