In my enthusiasm for the excellent weather, and because I didn't want to squash BJ's unusual request for a walk, I ended up dragging the kids in the wagon all the way to the post office this afternoon. It's only a 15 minute walk each way, which usually wouldn't be any sort of issue at all, but I'd totally blanked on the fact that I've had about zero exercise since the weeks and weeks of illness this winter. Also conveniently neglected to remember the doctor's caution about exhausting myself in my post-pneumonia state. Add in the insufficient lunch, and it's little wonder that I just about passed out while waiting in line to mail a package.
I felt sooooo dumb. As the tunnel vision was hitting, I could have done multiple smacks to the forehead. I know I'm liable to get dizzy if I don't eat well. I know that I've been getting tired easily. And it hasn't been that long ago since I blacked out in December, so it's not like I can use the excuse of not remembering the warning signs. I'd left the cell phone at home (double dumb!) so there was nothing for it but to get my head down (luckily I had the excuse of bending down to wagon level to converse with the kids) and gather my wits as best I could. The full force of motherhood's responsibilities really hit home -- what else could I do, really, other than soldier on?
Luckily, it never got past tunnel vision into static or unconsciousness. If it had, of course I would have called for help. As it was, I recovered and felt decent enough to get us all back home in one piece. I then fed us all a big snack and drank a huge glass of water, which helped enormously. I'm feeling fine now. Just really really dumb.