So, Tuesday night I fainted for the first time in my life (aside from stuff that happened in torture, which feels separate to me). I was very lucky to have been talking to a neigbhor at the time, who caught me and kept me from falling down flights of stairs and hitting my head. And who called an ambulance for me. I was confused and disoriented for a while afterward.

But what I find kind of funny now–and what shows me, again (as if I had any doubt!) that I'm a writer to my core, is that I told ...