Faint

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The first time I remember fainting, I was about 10 years old. Mom had discovered a blackhead near my hairline, and decided to get that thing out of there. She had very sharp fingernails. Since I had never fainted before, I had no idea what was happening. I remember feeling woozy, vision going fuzzy, and blackness coming down. I woke up on the floor.

There were a few other incidents that I remember in which I actually fainted, or had the sensation overtake me and managed to sit down with my head between my knees before it could happen. It’s not a pleasant sensation.

It’s been a very long time since I passed out. I don’t even remember that last time. Well, wait. Maybe I do. I was about 15, I think. I’d been putting things away in the kitchen, when a sliver of wood (old cupboards) jammed up under my thumbnail. Way under. Yeah, that was bad. I made it to the sofa in the living room, but I don’t remember that. It’s where I woke up, with my thumb throbbing like crazy. My dad was sitting in his chair, reading the paper, looking over the top of it with a quizzical expression. I told him what had happened, and he pulled the sliver out. Things got muzzy again, but that was pretty much the end of it. He did tell me to watch for swelling, signs of infection, but he soaked my thumb with rubbing alcohol and nothing further developed.

Back in Victorian days, ladies wore all manner of tortuous underwear to cinch in their waists. The corsets, pulled tight with laces, made it hard for them to breathe. In hot weather, it must have been sheer agony. So that had what they called fainting couches, where a lady could delicately swoon while someone waved smelling salts under her nose to bring her around

Added to the corsets, layers of petticoats, bustles, and stockings, was the dubious habit of consuming little doses of arsenic in order to have a pure white complexion. That white skin was a sign of good breeding and high social standing, since the only women who were kissed by the sun were those who worked outdoors like common laborers. Ladies who ventured outside used bonnets, veils, and parasols to protect their delicate skin.

And sometimes they died young from all those efforts to look the way they did.

Now, aren’t you glad you live in the present, and not the past?

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Jolt

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Electricity is an amazing thing. Such power, and we have learned to harness it for our day-to-day use as well as for massive grids of power all across our country.

By the time I was born, in 1947, most people had some sort of access to electricity with the exception, perhaps, of those who lived way out in the wilds , away from even the rural electrical supply. Those folks chose to live that way, enjoyed it, and were perfectly content without all that electricity has brought to us.

The electricity I most enjoy, though, is the lightening that accompanies a thunder storm. I know it can be dangerous, and I respect that. A jolt from one of those brilliant forks of power can kill. Nevertheless, I love the displays that could light up the skies better than any show of fireworks. In a really good storm, there was the constant flash of great forks and streaks of lightening, followed by the BA-BOOM! of the thunder that the lightening created.

Growing up in the flatlands of southern Minnesota, I was very familiar with summer storms that bred lightening, thunder, and the dreaded tornado. Scary, but fascinating.