Sorry to everyone whom I may have inconvenienced, frightened or disgusted at the Swarm after-party on Friday night. I have a tendency to faint, which many ER doctors, after extensive and expensive testing, have diagnosed as "syncope," Greek for "a tendency to faint." Thanks, docs.
It seems to be a low blood pressure thing. I was trying to make my way to the exit, but I knew from experience that I was seconds away from doing a faceplant, so I instead chose to sit in a chair in the middle of the action so everyone could watch me lose consciousness. Oh, well. At least this time I didn't crack my head open on something or spend the night in a hospital.
The gist is that I'm fine—I was fine when I left, if horribly embarrassed—and I may have finally learned the lesson I should have learned several years ago: that me and a certain controlled substance are going to have to call it quits. Boo.
Sorry again, UCB! My picture hangs in the Hall of Shame.
(And thanks to Pete Olsen, Brian Waddell and most especially Michelle Dobrawsky for helping me out.)
It seems to be a low blood pressure thing. I was trying to make my way to the exit, but I knew from experience that I was seconds away from doing a faceplant, so I instead chose to sit in a chair in the middle of the action so everyone could watch me lose consciousness. Oh, well. At least this time I didn't crack my head open on something or spend the night in a hospital.
The gist is that I'm fine—I was fine when I left, if horribly embarrassed—and I may have finally learned the lesson I should have learned several years ago: that me and a certain controlled substance are going to have to call it quits. Boo.
Sorry again, UCB! My picture hangs in the Hall of Shame.
(And thanks to Pete Olsen, Brian Waddell and most especially Michelle Dobrawsky for helping me out.)
