So... I actually passed out like hour ago. When I came back to life, I had absolutely no idea what was going on. My mum was calling an ambulance while I was just there like, "nah, I'm fine, I don't need one." Then my brother starts talking to me to make sure I'm actually conscious.
Him: "So... how was training?"
Me, completely confused: "I can't train... my entire stomach is stitched together."
Him: "Okay... but you watch F1 today."
Me, with approximately two functioning brain cells trying to reconnect after passing out: "...yeah." And I swear, the only thing I could think of to say was: "They drove fast... and Charles finished."
But i didn't know what did he finished 🤣 That's it. That's apparently the extent of my Formula 1 analysis when I'm fresh out of losing consciousness.
