Standard disclaimer: I am not looking for medical advice. Nothing that is said here will be taken as such. I do not plan to use this advice in lieu of a doctor’s. And anyway no doctors are involved here, the incident has passed, I’m just fine. I’m really more curious than anything.
Let me first say that I am not a fainter. I have fainted exactly twice in my entire lifetime, and came close a third. The first time I fainted was due to a diet I let me friend talk me into that my body disagreed with. (High protein, high fiber, no sugars, supposedly good for weightlifting, which was the other thing I let him talk me into that gave rise to the diet in the first place.) The first time I almost did was almost three years ago, from a slightly traumatic injury. The most recent time was two days ago, from a much less traumatic (but rather more embarrassing) injury.
The first time: I’ll spare you the details execpt to say that I’m just really stupid when I don’t think ahead. The end product was a box cutter through my index finger. Fortunately it didn’t sever anything important, just the fleshy part where finger meets palm. When it happened I immediately clamped down on my hand (there was no pain, I didn’t see the wound, but I knew it was there, as the way events played out, there was no other possible outcome.) I went to the washroom and turned on the tap to clean out the wound; it was pretty gross, seeing this hole in my finger that slid around like rolling the top of a sandwich bag between your thumb and forefinger to get the opening to separate. Anyway, I packed it with some paper towel (all that was available in the washroom; the first aid kit was elsewhere in the shop) and then told someone about it, then had it looked at by the first-aid trained staff member back in the washroom where he began to dress it with gauze. It was at that point that I began to feel very faint. I never actually passed out but I recognized the symptoms and fought it off as best I could. Given a few minutes I was back to rights.
Now, last Wednesday. Taking a company-paid course on small engine troubleshooting and repair. I drop something on the floor. Bend down to pick it up, then straighten myself only to prang the back of my head on the corner of the fold-out leaf of my neighbour’s metal work desk. It didn’t hurt a whole lot – I’ve certainly had worse lumps. But the corner was just sharp enough prick the scalp. It turned out to be a pretty miniscule wound – not much more an the point of a slightly dull pencil, really, but head wounds are real bleeders, so it looked a lot worse than it was. I got back up, hand held to head (and then with paper towel when someone offered) and I seemed okay for a few minutes. Then once again I started to feel really faint until, if not for the grace of the teacher, I would have fallen over when I passed out. I don’t even remember being laid down on the ground; I just remember asking “I didn’t fall, did I?” Anyway, I laid there for a few minutes (really, longer than I felt necessary, but the teach, who is also our national tech support guy and the main first aid guy here, insisted.) Long story short, I was fine after a few minutes and there was no lingering queasiness or anything.
So … what gives? Why did I pass out? I’m not really squeamish at the sight of blood. (Yeah, mutilated bodies and stuff will probably make me want to hurl, certain types of wounds in particular, but on the whole I’m pretty stout.) I’ve had nosebleeds that bled worse than my head did and felt nary a twinge. I can watch the goriest horror movies without batting an eye. And while the knife through the finger was kinda traumatic in its own way, smacking my head against something is not – heck, I’ve probably smacked my head against things from not watching where objects were when I dipped below their altitude than any other type of minor blunt injury. The only difference is this one bled. Not buckets or anything, probably about as much as a minor-to-middling nosebleed. I didn’t go into shock, either; this one stung, so it wasn’t bad enough for my body to say “Whoop, better keep you lucid and focused so you can tend to this before I spring the pain on you.”
It just has me baffled. I’m just not the fainting type, so what’s the big idea with my body betraying me like that? It’s completely uncalled for.