I woke up on my bathroom floor this morning, all stretched out like a board and flat on my back.
As I came to, I stared at the ceiling thinking "it's been a while since this has happened."
Fainting is an interesting phenomenon.
Back in my early 20's I considered myself to be a "fainter."
I can't tell you how many times I've bruised my face, cracked it open and looked like a battered woman.
The most odd place I ever fainted was in a port-o-potty.
Oddly enough, I haven't fainted once since I met Bryan, so I assumed I simply outgrew it.
Then there was this morning.
Me praising Jesus for sleeping with my hair in a low bun last night, something I rarely do... because I'm convinced this low bun created a soft pillow for the back of my head to fall onto.
Without it, I would have fallen onto the hard bathroom floor and onto the back of my head.
Once I got myself up off of the floor I crawled back into bed and slept until 10:00am, something I never do.
Since I've woken up for the day I've felt fine.
A little out-of-sorts, but overall fine.
Have you ever fainted?