Almost exactly what happened to me, except my dog didn’t lick me and nothing got injured. It happened twice. I called my doctor and said maybe he should order me not to drive to work, which he thought was a good idea.
This was after I was diagnosed with pneumonia after sleeping 18 hours. Never had to go to the hospital at least.
Same here (three seizures in one day.) I lost about a month of memory. In addition to prolonged disorientation and memory loss, I also feel intense nausea after a seizure. When I think about the fact that some people deal with multiple seizures a day, I can’t even imagine. Just having those three wiped me out for the next month. It did some other bizarre things to my brain, like undoing about 10 years of mental health progress overnight (that part eventually recovered, at least.)
Extremely prudent; kudos to you! I had an almost-faint while driving; not fun. Trying to pull off the road at 60MPH in bumper-to-bumper traffic while feeling a black-out coming on is quite the experience. The weirdest part is my eyes never closed, vision just went yellow, then faded back in. Later that day, I made the Dr. appointment (not a moment too soon), then the above-mentioned coughing/fainting spell hit. I pay very close attention to bouts of coughing, now.
At least twice. Both times I was standing…then next thing I knew I was on the floor.
Never fainted, but came really close once.
I cut my hand really bad, blood everywhere, I started getting like a tunnel vision and the room seemed to be getting darker and darker.
I was able to pull out of it without passing out, it was a scary experience.
Came close twice, but managed to sit down with my head on my knees, and got better. Once I had just donated blood, and the other time I had a high fever, and was also taking cough medicine with codeine, and trying to “play through,” so I went to synagogue services, and stood up for the Amidah prayer.
Both times, the same thing happened. The world began to flash behind a black latticework, if that makes sense-- half the world was black in a lattice shape, and what I could see through it was flashing. I felt dizzy, and things were getting dimmer. I was still coherent, and told the Red Cross people “I think I’m going to pass out.” People took my arms, led me to a chair, and pushed my head down. After a few minutes, they asked if I felt better, and when I said yes, they gave me two orange juices. I was supposed to drive myself home, but they called someone to come in a cab for me and drive me home in my car.
At shul, I sat right back down, and put my head down; my aunt told the rabbi I was sick, and she (the rabbi) let me lie down on the couch in her office. I fell asleep. My aunt was not happy that I lied about my temperature being down, but she waited until I was better to chew me out for it.
My friends and I in 7th-8th grade called this the “Fainting Game”. We would hyperventilate and then cross our arms and hold the last breath, and someone behind you grabs you around your arms and squeezes you and lifts you off the ground until you pass out, then they lay you down and wait for you to wake up.
I recall having seriously intense dreams from this that seemed to last forever, but when I would wake up I was told I was only out for a few seconds. This would also produce that buzzy feeling in your head similar to inhaling nitrous.
I have fainted “honestly” a couple times. The first one was at the funeral of a friend whom had died in a car accident after leaving a party, driving drunk and stoned (I was the one whom gave him the weed, too, in school earlier that same day…). We attended a Catholic High School together in Fort Worth Texas, and the church where the funeral was held was very hot inside and I was wearing a suit. I was overwhelmed by the heat, sadness and my guilt and I passed out, fell forward and cracked my forehead on the edge of the pew in front of me. I woke up outside, surrounded by friends. I have never told anyone about my complicity in his death, ever, until just now.
The most recent one was when I was back at my house and I was on a new drug for my Raynaud’s Syndrome and I had combined it with alcohol. I was sitting in my computer chair and the next thing I knew I was lying facedown on the floor with blood POURING out of my face. When I fell, I had cracked my forehead on the metal gas valve for my dryer that was coming up out of the floor and it had a deep cut that was bleeding like hell, and so was my lip where a tooth had pierced through it. That was a hell of a mess. I should have gotten stitches for my head but didn’t, now I have a small valley type scar there for life.
I think so. When I was 9 or 10 my sister did something that made me mad and I ran after her. We ran into the room where my mother and father were.
The next thing I recall was half lying half sitting on the couch with my mother holding me. She was telling my father. “He hasn’g done that in years.” Apparently I got quite mad at ages 5 and 6 and would faint or something. I don’t recall now exactly what my parents said it was, but they’d apparently talked to a doctor about it.
That was the only incident I recall at all and it’s never happened since so whatever it was I guess I outgrew it.
My wife was quite light-headed once when we were grocery shopping after we’d both given blood earlier in the day. While we checked out, I had her sit on a bench in the front of the store. When she stood up she collapsed and I caught her.
My youngest brother died from a seizure and/or brain bleed from hitting his head during a seizure. He was epileptic and regularly had severe, terrifying grand mals. My sister has whatever that “blank stare/checkout for a few minutes” epilepsy condition (or so she claims: she loves medical attention and it’s difficult to know what’s really going on, she’s demanded and received unnecessary surgical procedures at least twice.
It took me a looong time to feel like myself again, and occasionally I still feel like I’ve not fully recovered (as I’ve posted before, despite a family history of epilepsy, the seizure was most likely sparked by long-term Tramadol use for a foot condition).
I have to say, though, I felt absolutely euphoric for a few days afterward. I now know why some epileptics kindle seizures on purpose.
A few times!
I fainted once after I cut my thumb really bad and had to get stitches. I fainted as soon as the needle came toward my hand. I don’t know why they felt the need to wake me up before continuing. I too have a debilitating, extreme phobia of needles. I think the fact that I knew I had no choice, my thumb and side of my had were wrecked and I HAD to have it sewn up was just so overwhelming.
I fainted again when my ex got hit by a car and I knew he was about to go to jail. It was really hot out and the EMT said I likely got overheated along with a panic attack. I don’t remember anything about it except after I discovered my glasses were no longer on my head, they were several feet away and broken.
I didn’t faint again until the day my ex called to say he lost his immigration case and was already in Mexico. I don’t really remember it at all. My daughter said I collapsed downwards. I didn’t fall forward or backward. She said it was like I imploded, and she briefly thought I had dropped dead.
I fainted recently again during a really bad argument with my daughter. This is such a rare thing and my emotions and probably my blood pressure got super high. Again, just dropped. She said I was also jerking a little and thought I was having a seizure so I went to the hospital that time. Everything was fine, although they said my blood pressure was a bit above acceptable.
Just once, long long time ago.
Super hungover, riding subway to work, feeling like shit, it’s a cold rainy spring day so I’m wearing a raincoat, but underground it’s hot and steamy and no a/c. And train is pretty packed. I’m standing up, holding a strap. Train stops in a tunnel, stays stopped for minutes. Get the tunnel vision for a couple of seconds, next thing I know some train guy is in my face asking me “DID YOU LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS?” Can’t remember exactly what my position was when I came to and heard the guy, but clearly I must have either hit the floor or fell on someone in a seat.
I’ve fainted nearly every time I’ve given blood, and once when I smashed my finger (no broken bones) at work in a welding machine. The latter is less embarrassing than the former, but basically, everything turns white, I fall out, and a few seconds later people are worrying about me.
Once as a teenager. The movie Blazing Saddles had just come out and my family took me to see it for my birthday. I laughed so hard during the campfire scene that I just slid out of my seat and came to a minute later lying in the aisle.
Once in my twenties after my first kidney stone attack. I was talking to my mother on the phone and suddenly I was on the floor with my roommate leaning over me and telling my mother what had happened. I turned out to have a raging UTI due to the stone.
A third time in my fifties, laughing hard again, at a joke one of my buddies had cracked. I apparently just suddenly slid out of my chair and disappeared under the table. I have no idea why the laughter triggered a faint on those occasions - possibly just shortness of breath from prolonged laughing, as I have no history of high or low blood pressure.
When I was younger (like, teenage) I had very low blood pressure. Like, my doctor would double check to make sure I was alive kind of blood pressure. And if I was laying down for a while and got up too quickly, I tended to get light-headed. One day I was laying on the couch, walked over to the kitchen to see if my mom needed help with dinner, stretched my arms up, and immediately turned to a wet noodle. Scared the living hell out of my poor mom. I remember my vision went black and I was on the ground.
More recently I hurt my back badly getting out of bed. My wife drove me to the emergency room and went home because we had our 5 week old baby with us at that time. It was early Sunday morning so there was basically nobody there. A nurse sent me into an examination room and told me that a doctor would be there soon. The pain was such that my vision was starting to change, everything was turning grey and two-dimensional, but I literally couldn’t sit down. Fortunately the nurse noticed and helped me lie down, or I probably would have fainted there as well.
Once, in my twenties, at the vet. Our cat had a scratched eye. The vet was yanking and pulling on various parts of his eye and lids, and he said to me, “You don’t look so good. Maybe sit down”.
I never got a chance, and basically collapsed onto the floor. I woke up in a few seconds, embarrassed as hell. I guess I’m squeamish when it comes to that stuff.
I’ve lost consciousness probably about 4 times that I’m sure of. But I only have a good memory of the last two.
The first time I was very young (2 or 3 or so?). The only thing I can recall about it is waking up in the hospital. My mom was on the phone, smoking a cigarette, and I was running around like little kids do. And I ran into her lit cigarette which went into my eye. I don’t remember that happening, it’s what my mom told me. I remember waking up in the hospital, and my parents and family friends were there, and they were giving me all these gifts (I think the toy was called ‘colorforms’ or something like that – a popular toy from the 1960s that were these plastic flexible 2-d figures that you could stick onto a board and make pictures with.). BTW, my mom quit smoking cold-turkey when that happened.
Second time, I don’t know how old I was – probably pre-teen. I was sick at home with a fever, and a passed out on my way to the bathroom. I remember kind of falling. Someone must have heard me and helped me up. I can’t remember much else.
Third time, I remember well. I was in college in Southern California. It was a hot day – a dry heat, where it’s easy to underestimate just how hot it is. I borrowed a friend’s bicycle to ride to the mall, which was a few miles away. I made it to the mall fine, went into a record store (Licorice Pizza was the name of the chain, if I recall correctly). The store was air-conditioned and I suddenly felt dizzy. I told the woman standing next to me “I think I need help”, and then I just slumped over the record display. The employees of the store were really nice. They got me a chair to sit down in, a big glass of water, etc. Afterwards I got lunch, relaxed, and then when I finally was feeling better, rode the bike home (it was cooler by then, and I was fine). As far as how it felt, I remember the dizziness overcoming me, and I was aware enough to know what was about to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. In retrospect, I probably should not have ridden the bike home, but I had no idea who I could call that could give me a lift (none of my friends had cars).
And the last time probably doesn’t count, because I was in an auto accident. Witnesses say that I lost consciousness and was slumped over the steering wheel, but I had no memory of that happening. I do recall the accident itself though, or at least microseconds before the impact. Because of the adrenaline, I felt perfectly fine. But the next day I couldn’t get out of bed.
I did once, soon after moving to Japan. I wasn’t used to the fact that Japanese baths tend to be a lot deeper than western ones, so your legs and torso are under more pressure from the water. After a long soak, I stood up quickly to get out, took a step, and then was looking at the ceiling. Now when I get out, I sit on the side for a moment before standing.