So Sunday, I was making a mixed berry pie. I hadn't eaten yet (it was around 2pm). I was cleaning the table off and heading to the kitchen when a chair jumped out at my toes and hit my last two toes on my right foot head on! (RUDE) I proceeded to hold my breath and curse in my head at the pain that enveloped my foot. Suddenly, I started to turn pale, according to eyewitness accounts, and I felt light-headed. The feeling wasn't going away, so I sat down on the blasted chair that had been my foot's undoing. Jeff came up to me and I told him what happened and asked my mom for a glass of milk. Then I said, "I'm going to pass out."
I was in a room with a whole bunch of people talking all at once to me when I finally heard Jeff talking to me. I opened my eyes, with a lot of difficulty. I heard muffled sounds and my eyes were heavy. My dad comes in and keeps telling me to lay town. So while I am still limp, Jeff and dad help me to the floor and put my feet on the stupid chair. Immediately the muffled sounds become clear and my eyes aren't so heavy.
Now, if you know my dad, he is very level-headed during scary moments. He started joking with me, but not because he was trying to be funny... well not ONLY for that, but to access the situation. I was laughing at everything he was saying. I still laugh thinking about all this. He was making sure I didn't need medical attention. He is a very smart man. My mom asked what I had asked for before I passed out, and I remembered. Jeff said I was out for a good 20-30 seconds.
For the first few seconds I was just limp. Then I started to convulse. Jeff had never seen that before so he was really concerned. NO WORRIES. I did that the only other time I've passed out too. That's just what I do I guess.
The rest of the day was okay, and I ate food. Moral of the story, 1. Eat 2. Don't hold your breath when you hurt yourself. I learned the hard way!