I had a scary trip to work on the subway this morning. It was a dreadfully cold walk to the train in the 0 degree morning. At least the wind wasn't so bad...but I had many layers, a nice wool hat, scarf, and really thick gloves. I did, however, forget the long underwear, but that's beside the point. I got on the train, and found the last seat, which I was thankful for, because I wanted to read my New Yorker magazine. All of a sudden, I felt like I wanted to close my eyes REALLY badly. Not from tiredness, or exhaustion, but rather because I was suddenly feeling terribly light-headed. Then, this wave began passing over me where I got extremely sweaty, and had to take off almost all of my outerwear (except my coat). It was strange that I was sweating, because I am normally not a sweater, and normally pretty cold blooded in general. Also, while the train car was not nearly as cold as it was outside, it certainly was cool enough that one should not be sweating. But there I was, about to keel over on the person sitting next to me, like one of those homeless people who falls asleep next to you. I came this close to tapping them on the shoulder and telling them I was about to pass out. All I could look forward to was getting off the train to change to the next one and get some fresh air at the same time.
Then, as quickly as it had come, the feeling passed. My fingers were absolutely numb from being out of my gloves and into the cold, but it felt better overall. I don't know what happened to me, as I'm far from claustrophobic, and didn't do anything differently in the morning than I usually would. I didn't eat breakfast, but I never really do, so it probably wasn't that. Whew. It sure was a little scary for a moment, going through my mental pictures of subway stops that might be near a doctor's office or clinic in case I needed to run into the waiting room and cause a scene!
Anyway, I got to work and was still a little shaky-handed from the ordeal, but by mid morning, I was completely back to normal like nothing had happened. Next time I'll have to throw a bottle of smelling salts in my bag! Ha. Good to be prepared.
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