#ca1

Didn't pack food for the above reason. Ate before going in, had a few snacks and some water. Woke up towards the end of my shift for a trauma. Was struggling to get the a-line in (things had been just peachy for the last few months) when I started to feel dizzy and my vision started to blur. Handed the a-line off to my attending and went to go sit down in a chair.

"HEY, SUGAR!" Shit. Is the patient hypoglycemic? What's happening?

Oh. People are looking at me. They're saying words like "honey" and "dear" and I'm pale and shaking and sweaty. I'm still on the chair but multiple people are holding me to make sure I don't hit the ground.

They wheel me out of the OR in the chair. Two people stay with me in the hallway. One of them keeps her hand on my knee because she doesn't want me to fall. Another one goes to get me a cup of ice water. My mask has disappeared and I honestly still don't know where it went.

I sit in the chair, finish my water, people check on me. When I feel well enough, I put the chair back outside the OR and head upstairs to the anesthesia lounge to find a snack.

I feel silly and embarrassed, which I think is normal. I wish stress wasn't a vasovagal trigger at times. Everyone was very nice to me. When I come back tonight, I'm packing a dinner. I'll be smarter.