"Woozy"

Well Friday was apparently THE BIG COLLAPSE day. It started normally with a little dusting and vacuuming. I headed out the door for the allergy dr., then to meet my friend Martha for lunch. We always have great conversation about lots of things, and I look forward to getting together with her every month or so. About 3/4 of the way through lunch, I started feeling funky. Let's just say I felt like I was unable to totally control my words, and I started seeing double, or something like that. I asked Martha if I looked right to her. She said she noticed something had changed in me a few minutes earlier when I was telling her about Alan's mother. The word she used to describe me was "woozy." So she asked if she should call someone. I thought about it, then decided a combination of things was probably causing this. After a few minutes, she helped me to the door and drove me home. I went to bed at 2 in the afternoon, and pretty much slept til about 1 this morning. I didn't feel sick. Just a little out of control of myself. It is possible that the morning med I usually take at 9, which I forgot until 11 yesterday, mixed with the med I take to settle my digestive system so I can eat. But I think more likely is that the emotion/tired of the last couple of days (and maybe months) just got me. Now here I am wide awake at 3 in the morning! Well, I am getting a few things done, and the middle of the night is always peaceful. I feel a strong presence of the spirit world at this time of night.