There’s a certain distinctive sound that a human body makes when it hits the floor, a kind of heavy thump. It’s not a sound you want to hear in most circumstances, certainly not when you’re just sitting around the house watching TV on a Sunday evening.
But that’s exactly the sound I heard last night, and it scared the hell out of me. I got up to investigate. It seemed to have come from the bathroom, and Xy was in the bathroom, or so I thought, but she wasn’t answering me. I barged in and found her lying face-down on the floor.
“What happened? Are you all right? Why are you on the floor?”
She answered: “I’m tired.”
Soon she regained coherency. It became clear that she had fainted while on the toilet. I won’t get into the details out of respect for Xy’s privacy but she almost fainted again before all was said and done. I thought I might have to rush her to an emergency room, at which point it dawned on me that I don’t even know where the nearest open emergency room is. Most of the hospitals in New Orleans remain closed.
Twenty minutes later she felt fine.
It seems like this is the second time this has happened, but neither of us had a very clear recollection of the first time. Was it last year or several years ago? I don’t think I was there.
I’m worried about her. But then I’m always worried about her. For a few minutes there last night, though, I thought she might be dying or something, and that was truly terrifying.