I fainted at my dermatologist’s clinic yesterday afternoon. I was about to undergo my usual Saturday facial routine when I felt light-headed. As my vision blurred and things went dark, I held on to the table in front of me and I managed to say, “Hang on, wait. I’m dizzy.”
I passed out.
Before I knew it, my doctor and my attendant were fanning me, I was on the floor and they were asking me to open my mouth and if I can breathe.
My doctor was repeatedly saying: “Miss, miss…are you okay? Can you open your mouth? Miss…miss…”
My first sentence when I got my senses back: “I’m sleepy, I just want to sleep. But I still want to do my facial. Can I still do my facial?”
I’m laughing at myself silly now that I’ve recovered and I recalled the first thing I said when I woke up. I swear. Why do I say these things!
I sent the clinic on a frenzy on what’s supposed to be a relaxing Saturday afternoon.
Not my best moment. Certainly not my most elegant.
In fairness to the clinic, they took care of me so well. I was very impressed with how they handled the situation and how very attentive they were. To my friends in Jakarta, hit me up and I will send you their details. They’re awesome!
But I digress.
While my attendant was lovingly scrubbing my face, massaging my neck and trying to do the best she can to relax me, a flurry of thoughts were running through my head.
“I’ve never fainted in my entire life. What the hell just happened there?”
It was the combination of long hours, lack of sleep and my sugar levels dropping. In short: exhaustion. I tired myself out.
A day before that, I was in an amusement park in Ancol and the sun was scorching hot. The past 3 months were also crazy in terms of my work hours and trips. In all the weekends of September, I was in and out of several cities and I became a standard fixture in the airport.
Admittedly, I had longer days because sleep became elusive. There were so many thoughts in my head, so many projects to finish and an eternally long list of to-dos that kept me up because my mind was just racing and I couldn’t shut it off.
I know. I brought this upon myself. Whilst I’m slapping me silly of this ruckus, I also caught myself. See! This is why I’m in this situation to begin with!
I’m too hard on me.
I want to accomplish a lot of things. If I don’t, I feel like a failure. I feel guilty when I stop and breathe.
I want to do everything. I want to be everything.
Because I don’t want to disappoint people. And I don’t want to disappoint me.
Everything has a price. This has a price and it took its toll on me.
Closing September this way, I realized it was a mild and gentle reminder of what other worse things can happen if I don’t slow down.
At the same time, as much as I am in denial and as much as I feel invincible, the reality is: I’m not.
No matter what age you are, wearing yourself down will have consequences. It’s a good thing mine was just 30-seconds worth of passing out and a day’s worth of embarrassment. It could have been worse.
Today is a Sunday and I’m writing this at 7am. After my usual gym routine, I’m supposed to have champagne brunch in celebration of my second year in Jakarta. I’m supposed to run errands, work on some pending personal projects, answer e-mails and fix my calendar for the entire week.
I’m scrapping my to-do list. Just for today.
Today, I will be on pause.
I’m gonna take my time, sip my coffee, stare in space, catch up on my reading, go to the spa, sleep.
Me, my sanity, my health and my well-being first.
Buying the eggs and ketchup can wait.