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Compared to the average person, I pass out a lot. Not from drinking or drugs or anything fun. Just from life. Every few years my body decides it needs to restart, and the only way it knows how is to pass out. I can tell that I am about to pass out because a few things happen. First, I feel ever so slightly dizzy. Then, I feel chills. The chills are followed by a cold sweat, after which my hearing goes hollow. Oh, and I am told that every ounce of color drains from my face. Since I normally have a complexion somewhere between alabaster and Casper, I cannot even imagine what this looks like, but I hear that it is horrific. If I don’t lie down when I reach this stage in the passing out process, I will drop. Read the rest of this entry →