indulged in a small bit of poor-poor-pitiful-me yesterday.

I was out by the bunny hutches, when my visual field suddenly began to contract, and get dark gray around the edges.

as I went down to my knees in the dirt (all the while wondering if the bugs would EAT me before anyone noticed I was missing, lol!) I felt sorta sorry for myself.

during the few-moments-episode, I had plenty of time to ponder whether it was MS, or something else, (like fainting? am I dizzy?)

I don't believe I've ever fainted in my life, except for once... three years ago... but that was totally different... everything just went WHAM! blackout!

I woke up on the concrete floor with bruised ribs, and damaged interstitial whatchamacallitsitis.

THIS time, it was over almost before it began, and no injuries... but it DID leave me wondering what it all was about...