I had to have a procedure done earlier this week to remove a mole that came back pre-cancerous. It was a little more invasive than I thought it would be, and ended up with 20 stitches. I got through it okay, even though I don't do needles or knifes well at all. (like I've thrown up in the dr. office before when I knew I had to get shots. Like last summer.)
So today I got up and was in the bathroom changing the dressing. I have to wash it with soapy water, put some goop on it, and cover it with gauze and a bandage. I've done it 3-4 times since getting it done. I'm standing in the bathroom in front of the mirror (it's on the middle of my chest) and suddenly got a little dizzy. Which turned to light-headed and nausea. I called DH in, and when he walked in I was laying on the bathroom floor. It's been 30 minutes and I'm finally starting to feel better.
This is why I haven't had children yet. I don't know if I can handle it! (and no, I am not pregnant. This was all from thinking about the procedure hike cleaning it.)
Poor thing. That sounds miserable. I get like that when I have to go to a hospital. Like have to sit down and try not to pass out. But when it was for the birth of my daughter, I actually didn't have that happen to me.