This is, apparently, a big deal.
I went to the doctor, and she ordered a bunch of tests (and ran me though six cycles of the blood pressure machine). I was banned from driving, as well.
I'd fainted on Sunday, and it didn't get in to the doctor until Wednesday. (Yes, I should probably have gone to the ER, but ... I didn't.)
On Thursday, I had book club, and I wasn't really feeling well, but I was tired, and I figured that's just how it goes.
On Friday, I went to work, and I lasted two hours. One of my coworkers drove me home. I spent the rest of the day resting.
For the next five days, I felt like someone had reached into my abdomen and squeezed my stomach every time I sat up or stood.
In the meantime, I had figured out that whatever was going on was something I'd caught. And I remembered that the three weekends immediately before getting sick, I had been outside.
In Wednesday, I felt a little better so I went back to the doctor to make sure it wasn't West Nile or Lyme disease. The doctor agreed that it was a virus but didn't think additional testing was required.
(Did I mention that I was off work last week? I was.)
For the next few days, I could sit up a little, but I had no energy.
On Sunday afternoon, I finally felt better.
I went back to the doctor today to confirm everything was ok. I had to leave early to catch all of the bus connections, so I didn't sleep well. The good news is that shre gave me the go-ahead to resume my normal activities.
The bad news is that the lack of sleep means today was not a good day.
Apparently, there's a nasty virus going around. But then I already knew that.