What the Hell Does That Mean?

So I fainted this weekend. For those of you who are Facebook friends or who follow me on Twitter, I've upgraded it from "almost fainted" to "fainted" after trying to describe it to my husband and realizing I can't account for several minutes and am not really sure what happened. Here's what I do know.

I didn't eat much on Saturday but I DID eat. I've gotten faint before from not eating but I wasn't hungry at all right before this happened. In fact, I had a spoonful of peanut butter about an hour before the incident that would raise anyones blood sugar. And I was drinking water so I don't think I was dehydrated. I didn't drink the night before either (I've become light headed the day after drinking).

We were waiting in line at an extremely popular hot dog restaurant and had been in line for about 45 min. It was very sunny but not particularly hot outside. All of a sudden, I felt a little, shall we say, intestinal distress. A few minutes later I felt nauseous, hot, sweaty and dizzy. I decided to make my way inside to the bathroom. I was pushing my way through the line, excusing myself, my vision getting blurry, when I...I don't know. I couldn't see anything, although I'm sure my eyes were open. I think I sat down or leaned on something. Some guys helped me. I don't know their names but they were so nice. They got me to their table, brought me water, found my husband, even offered me some of their fries. It was a terrifying experience made worse by the fact that I have no idea what happened, what caused this or what I should do. I'm debating whether or not I should see a doctor.

I think one of the worst parts is that I didn't even get my hot dog. And they have good hot dogs.