I had a bit of a swoon the other night. I was having at my lovely pal Eimear’s house, a couple of glasses of red and all that, when I felt a bit hot. I stood up, felt decidedly crapola. Then I woke up on the floor with Eimear and Sinéad tending to me. Apparently I got up again, but fainted one more time (bashing my head in the process). anyway, the lips were blue, I was deathly white and overheating. I eventually came back to a tolerable level of conciousness after half an hour.
Isn’t that weird? Googling tells me it was a ‘non-epileptic seizure’. I had one of those about 12 years ago too.
Am I going to die hideously when driving my wretched Fiesta down the M50?
I don’t know, but I’m taking Monday off to have a wee think about it all.