Yesterday was a bad day for me. Every once in awhile I get these days where my pulse or blood pressure drops and I’m just not myself. I spent a lot of the day confused about what exactly was going on and drifting in and out, if that makes any sense. Apparently I said something that really upset Michel and she slept on the couch. The weird part is that I have no memory of this whatsoever. I remember trying to get Mikey to sleep (he didn’t fall asleep until 2 hours after his bed time) and I remember Michel being annoyed at me about something but then it’s all just a blank. I feel much more myself today although I’m still a bit tired, almost like a mild hangover. For those of you who don’t know, I have Vasovagal Syncope, although it has been a year since I actually passed out.