I fainted today. I drank for four fucking days and did not a) pass out or b) puke. But, today, after lying in the sun for half an hour, I take a ground to the face. But this just wasn’t any old faint. I tried to save myself by grabbing a stool which happens to sit at the top of the basement stairs. Did I reach the stool? No. I fainted and smashed my neck and chin on the banister and then proceeded to roll half-way down the stairs. The grotesque cuts on my neck and bruise on my chin are not my only wounds. My dignity was a real loss too.
And my family and boss were there to see it. Yay.