I passed out at the airport last Thursday. I'm still not 100% sure what happened. One minute I was talking to the gate agents and fellow passengers about the best options for getting to Vail as weather had caused our flight to be cancelled. And the next minute I had my head in someone's lap.
"Everything's okay," she said. "You're fine. Just relax." I still
don't know who that incredibly sweet woman was. But thank you, if you
somehow happen to be reading this.
They raced me to the ER where, after a barrage of tests, the doctor
told me that I was tired, thirsty, hungry, stressed, and overworked. No
kidding. But how does that happen?
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