On Falling
For the past few weeks I have been looking forward to a formal reception to celebrate the 30th anniversary of a charity which I am involved in. Well, the reception was on Friday night and I can truly say that it was a let down. Aside from the fact that I hardly knew anyone there, I managed to add some drama to the evening by fainting. Mostly as a result of having not been able to sit down for over an hour I began to feel a bit dizzy and, after leaving the main hall, I blacked out in a corridor and narrowly missing hitting my head on a stone step.
It was quite an odd experience. I can’t recall anything about falling over, but I found myself lying on the floor, with one of the guards from the front door trying to wake me. The only pain involved was from the fall. I ended up with carpet burns to my face, courtesy of the industrial strength carpets, and a few bruises from where I fell. The guards had called an ambulance, which seemed to me at the time as a bit unnecessary, but thinking back, I would probably have done the same if someone had collapsed on the floor.
Possibly one of the contributing factors was the general feeling of excitement that I had, as a result of successfully renting a flat in Manchester. I have found a really nice unfurnished one-bedroom flat, so I’m going to spend the weekend in Ikea finding cheap furniture and then attempting to put it up. It’ll be nice in September when term starts again not to have to share a flat with people I don’t like, and not to have to put up with things like this happening on my doorstep all the time. The picture in the article is of a pub literally across the road from my hall of residence.
