connecting*the*dots

One moment I was relaxing on the couch and the next thing I know I’m scraping myself off the bathroom floor. I passed out. Hard. I must have held on to the towel rack for balance, ’cause I ripped it clean out of the wall.

Coming to felt as though my body was trying to turn over like an old car’s ignition in the winter — I felt like I flooded my engine.

Scary shit.

The same thing happened to me a couple of times three years ago. First, while I was with my girlfriend at the time — one moment I’m looking into her eyes, and the next I’m coming to while she’s screaming into the phone from across the room for an ambulance to come over.

Two weeks later, I passed out while playing basketball. Bit right through my lip.

After that last spill I went to see my doc, who in turn sent me to a neurologist for a catscan and some sound waves to bounce about in my skull. Results: negative.

Next, on to the cardiologist, who found an “interesting” heartbeat (not irregular) and scheduled me to have a tilt-table test performed. After they induced me to pass out (not too much fun), I ended up in Springfield, MA for surgery, where they ran a cardiac catheter up a vein in my leg into my heart. Results: negative.

At the end of the day, they basically told me to drink more Gatorade and that my heart is in good shape, but is beating to the sound of it’s own drummer.

Great closure, eh?

So now my hip is bruised like crazy and my head is aching from where I smacked it on the sink. This shit is scary. I’m making an appointment with a new doctor tomorrow as my old clinic in Brooklyn wouldn’t know what the hell to do.

If it ain’t one thing it’s another.