I had two intense dizzy spells today, once on the tube, once at work during a meeting. On the tube, I somehow manage to get a seat and sat with my head down trying to get it back together. At work, I was sitting and sweating and twitching, trying to see if I was going to move any closer to blackout (I had my hands and feet go numb and the next thing is usually the closing in of darkness, that's when I would have tried to head closer to the floor), but I was horribly in front of the CEO, CTO and my boss and desperately did not want to take sick during the meeting. I ran off to the bathroom and sat on the floor for a while then went back in; somehow I made it through. I wanted to text Richard and ask him to help diagnose me to see if we could figure out what was wrong, but, of course, there was no point in doing that.

I was going to write about how I'm still really blue but really, given that I have spent the greater part of today worrying about passing out, I'm actually feeling a bit relieved. I'll get back to depressed later. Right now I just feel like I've done a good job because I'll likely be going home on my feet instead of leaving work in an ambulance.