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Ever Faint?

I passed out on stage once... mid-song! Gloucester, Mass, late '70's, Festival of St. Peter, huge summer weekend ...packed, hot club, low ceiling, back when bars were totally full of cigarette smoke that curled along the ceiling and entwined you like a snake. I recall a blue haze, then nothing ... woke up outside on the street with band members holding me up. Early set break!
 
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Faint? No.
Pass out? Yep.
This was usually the cause:

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Huh. So this is kind of like why drunk drivers get hurt less badly than their crash victims. The drunks are flopsical and relaxed; the victims are freaked out and tense.

Glad you're ok. Sheesh!

that's exactly what the doctor told me!

thank you :)

Do you think in Victorian times when women (was it only women?) had the vapors were they just fainting or was there more to it than that?

victorian women wore very tight corsets which didn't allow them to breathe very deeply. in cases of stress or physical exercise (like carrying something moderately heavy down a flight of stairs), they couldn't get enough oxygen, so they passed out.
 
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Funny thing is that I'm the healthiest I've been in years.

Fainting/Passing out (becoming unconscious) is NOT a sign of good health. Blood test might well find some imbalance that could kill you if you are not more careful. Dehydration can lead to an upset in your blood chemistry that can make your blood pressure dangerously low. "Merely" passing out can either lead to never waking up directly, or happen while you are operating a motor vehicle or otherwise in a place where passing out might lead to death as a side-effect.

Standard training in first aid is that being unconscious is, all by itself, a reason to hit the emergency room.
 
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Getting a messy ingrown toenail tidied up when I was 15 or 16. The numbing up was by way of a cartoon sized syringe of local anesthetic jabbed painfully into the various nerves around the toenail. Yowser. In, squirt, out, back in, squirt, out, over and over. They must have pulled away more than the previous times and I thought it was over but it was only to take aim and go again all of a sudden. Lights out.
 
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When I was about 13, I passed out from watching a first aid movie. Sucking chest wounds were OK, and so were guts all over the place, but when they showed a little girl with just a little fluid coming out of her ear and started talking about bone splinters and brain fluid, I started feeling kinda bad.

So, I went outside to get some fresh air. That would solve the problem, right? Nope. Then I decided what really should happen was a trip to the rest room. On the way, there was a big sign that said CRASH in big letters like happened in the Batman TV show back in the 1960s. I thought about that for a while, and eventually figured out that I was lying on the floor in the school hallway and that I still needed to get to the rest room. So I got up and headed to the boy's room. Where I fell over again and bashed my head again.

At that point, all I could think was that I sure hoped it wasn't Monday. If it was Monday, I wouldn't be able to goof off tomorrow, and I really wanted to goof off. But, instead, I was on the floor in the boy's room. It took a while for that to sink in, but when it did, I got up and went back into the classroom. The class though I was part of the show, since I was covered with blood. I had broken a cheekbone and split my face open on a locker handle, narrowly missing taking out an eye. They were really into it. The instructor, who was also my wrestling and football coach, wasn't nearly as enthusiastic. He got me off to the nurse's office, where I waited for my mother to show up and drag me off to the emergency room.

It was Monday, but I got the rest of the week off, staying in the hospital with the broken cheekbone and probably a concussion. They sewed me up and made me sit still for a few days. Sitting still still sucks, and it was worse then.

It was about that point that my career as a medical doctor got ruled out.
 
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In training once, I hit my thumb with a hammer, HARD. Oh, the PAIN! But it wasn't the pain so much as the combination of shock and the stench of the isoproplyl that got the better of me. I didn't black-out but I came really close.

Never been knocked out, despite numerous blows to the head. The only time I ever fully blacked-out it was because I'd been drinking on an empty stomach. I'll never do that again. Ouch!
 
Oh yeah, after coming to I wanted to watch them at work. The nurse was desperate that I did not. She thought I would go out again from the sight of blood. So we had a running battle with me popping my head up enough to check out progress and being told off.
 
i was crossing the street in century city when i saw a car barreling down on me very fast (65mph, it turned out). i realized there was no way i could move that fast; i fainted, and the car hit me before i hit the ground.

btw, there's a good chance that fainting is the reason i'm not dead, as when the car hit me, i was totally limp.

the only other time i fainted, i was running a high fever. i had to go to work, as they said everyone was out and if i didn't come in, they'd fire me. and while moving some stuff for them, i passed out and they sent me home.

Wow! Glad you are okay!!!
 
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A few times. My blood pressure medication dose was too high, so sometimes when I stood up too fast, I'd pass out. Fortunately I'd feel it coming and fall just before losing consciousness. I finally asked the doctor if I could take half the dose and since then my BP holds at about 115/70 and no passing out.
 
Had a nasty case of the flu last year. Six hours of screaming diarrhea dehydrated me pretty badly. Went to go get a drink and went down as I was reaching for a glass in the cupboard. Split my chin open (7 stitches) bit through my lower lip and broke off my two top front teeth. No idea how long I was out. Woke up in a pool of blood and tried to make it back to bed and went down again. Woke up from the second time and made it to the bathroom and managed to squirt some more. Couldn't stand up afterwards so I laid down on the bathroom floor till someone came home (my daughter Jailbait.) She got me something to drink and I managed to make it back to bed. When Seahag (my lovely wife) got home , she took me to the local emergency care place to get stitched up. They took my blood pressure and sent me straight to the emergency room. They put me on IV fluids for the rest of the night. Four bags I think. The next morning my blood pressure was fine again and they kicked me out.
Years ago , in my serious druggie days , I passed out in a bank while waiting to cash a paycheck. Woke up in the hospital and was pretty disoriented. I wasn't sure what had happened and I didn't have insurance so I got up and left. Didn't help. They had found out who I was and sent a bill to my parents house. Then , I got a letter from some guy in the bank that said I fell into him and he had to go to the hospital and wanted me to pay that bill too. Seriously????? You had to got to a hospital cause someone fell into you? Yeah , right. I sent him a letter back stating that the reason I passed out was due to a terminal illness. Never heard from him again.
 
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Mine's embarrassing. High school biology class. The day we typed our own blood. I'm standing in line to get my fingertip pricked. The closer I got to the pricker, the more anxious and light-headed I became. I ended up dropping at around third up in line. Didn't live that one down.
 
Had a nasty case of the flu last year. Six hours of screaming diarrhea dehydrated me pretty badly. Went to go get a drink and went down as I was reaching for a glass in the cupboard. Split my chin open (7 stitches) bit through my lower lip and broke off my two top front teeth. No idea how long I was out. Woke up in a pool of blood and tried to make it back to bed and went down again. Woke up from the second time and made it to the bathroom and managed to squirt some more. Couldn't stand up afterwards so I laid down on the bathroom floor till someone came home (my daughter Jailbait.) She got me something to drink and I managed to make it back to bed. When Seahag (my lovely wife) got home , she took me to the local emergency care place to get stitched up. They took my blood pressure and sent me straight to the emergency room. They put me on IV fluids for the rest of the night. Four bags I think. The next morning my blood pressure was fine again and they kicked me out.
Years ago , in my serious druggie days , I passed out in a bank while waiting to cash a paycheck. Woke up in the hospital and was pretty disoriented. I wasn't sure what had happened and I didn't have insurance so I got up and left. Didn't help. They had found out who I was and sent a bill to my parents house. Then , I got a letter from some guy in the bank that said I fell into him and he had to go to the hospital and wanted me to pay that bill too. Seriously????? You had to got to a hospital cause someone fell into you? Yeah , right. I sent him a letter back stating that the reason I passed out was due to a terminal illness. Never heard from him again.
Dang! That's a pretty bad day
 
Do you think in Victorian times when women (was it only women?) had the vapors were they just fainting or was there more to it than that?
More too it than that. In Victorian times, stupidly small and unnatural waists were all the fashion and women used to wear whalebone corsets that were trussed up so ridiculously tight that it restricted their breathing, so more of them fainted through their brain being deprived of oxygen. Quite litterally, fashion victims.