Wow…okay. I’ve decided that passing out has to be one of the worse feelings ever. Now you’re probably wondering why the heck I would randomly post something about this on here. I’ll tell you why. It has become painfully obvious to me that I simply can not handle anything relating to surgery or the like (whether visual or otherwise) when I am running on an empty stomach. Such was the case here at work today. I was reading about something on wikipedia and I guess it just did not mix well with the fact that I was rather hungry. So, naturally I stopped reading it but it was already too late. It’s really not fun when you get to that point when you realize you’re going to pass out lol (Especially at work! Thankfully nobody was back here at the time). But the worse part is when you actually come back. It’s like your mind got reset or something and it has to “boot up” so in the initial stages you’re just like what? why? where? who? how? And ever so slowly you start to realize where you are, why you are there and what just happened. But before that it’s really kinda scary because there are tons of simple questions flowing through your mind that you are simply unable to answer, all the while feeling like you just had the living crap knocked out of you. Anyway, needless to say, I promptly proceeded to take my lunch.