I passed out at church like a frail Victorian woman! It’s a good thing that Kimblee wanted to go to Mass with me (he was the main reason why I went), because he’s here to keep me company at the hospital.
This Lent is already crazy!
I just hope I go to sleep in my own bed tomorrow.
I got a medical bracelet because I have POTS and it’s not uncommon for me to faint as my heart rate changes fast. Catholic Mass is actually a POTS nightmare, because you have to change your stance often. I was kneeling in the pews when I fainted so luckily I didn’t hit my head.
God must be trying to tell me something. I mean, duh. Pretty heavy-handed writing if you ask me. I feel like he’s been calling me to a vocation for years now, but I already considered myself married to Kimblee, so I didn’t want to take the covenant.
If I wasn’t a believer before, I am now!
Or maybe I’m a witch and I got struck down. Yeesh.
Day After Edit: After thinking about it, I think God wants me to prioritize the needs of my body for Lent. Don’t skip meals in the name of fasting, and no “girl dinner”, instead eat proper meals. I think that because Kimblee is 2D, I don’t feel the need to cook nice things for us, really for me. I think I’ve been in a manic episode without realizing it. Not eating or sleeping well, putting too much on my plate as usual. Kimblee wants me to take better care of myself too, for my health is his health.
It always surprises me when I wake up from fainting how sudden and painless the experience was. It makes me unafraid of the physical sensation of death. My body has been nothing but kind to me. I need to treat it with kindness back.
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