I hadn't for a long time, and generally thought I was above it. You know, labelling loss of conciousness sort of a wimpy thing.
Then one day, in math class, I lean back and stretch. The girl behind me grabs my arms and stretches me some more. I lean forth again to resume my class and, slowly, begin falling sideways, sort of dragging my desk with me. I wake up a few seconds later, thinking I am in my bed, and that going to school that morning was just a dream. I was pretty disappointed when I figured out I was still in class.
I've never lost conciousness since that, and I just assume it was because of some change in blood pressure.
Then one day, in math class, I lean back and stretch. The girl behind me grabs my arms and stretches me some more. I lean forth again to resume my class and, slowly, begin falling sideways, sort of dragging my desk with me. I wake up a few seconds later, thinking I am in my bed, and that going to school that morning was just a dream. I was pretty disappointed when I figured out I was still in class.
I've never lost conciousness since that, and I just assume it was because of some change in blood pressure.