Once in a while.

At the edge of my vision black spirals creep into my eyes. I feel like I am drowning in ink. My limbs feel tingly and float. My body forces me to find a place to sit and focus on the ground. My stomach heaves. I clutch the shoulder of someone and then everything goes black.
I wake up in a sitting position and for a moment all I see is red dots and concerned faces.
I ask for some food and then I stop one woman from calling 911.
'I am not pregnant.'
I correct her as she details shrilly to the emergency response voice.
That one was the worst of them all ever.

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