
Last Friday I was out on a very gentle jog with a friend and Grace the dog, we had been out for about 20 mins, and I started to feel a little bit nauseous, so I sat on a wall to compose myself. 20 minutes later I woke up surrounded by paramedics and passers by that had stopped when my friend had realised that something wasn't quite right.
The kind people that had come to my aid held me upright and tried to get me to communicate, and keep my eyes open. I wasn't making any sense (nothing unusual there!), and I couldn't raise my arms, so they were reluctant to lay me down, as the word 'stroke' was being used a lot. The blood had drained to my feet so I was looking a bit grey apparently. When the paramedics got to me, they worked to get me to lay on a foil blanket and as soon as my head was level with my feet the headache started.

The good news is that everything is 100% clear, and I have been given a clean bill of health, although the cause of me wanting to faint has been attributed to a small infection, and being unusually dehydrated, due to the infection.
I obviously hoped the tests would be clear, and thankfully they were. With that renewed clarity, and the feeling of 'a second chance' I now more than ever want to succeed, and this episode has reinforced that although we all get knocked back on occasion, we all should get back up, and get on with trying to achieve our goals. Life can be a bit scary, but that feeling of being scared just means we are alive!