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I don't deal with fainting—ever—except when things go sideways like I mentioned above. Look, I’m physically intense; I train three times a day, I've got insane stamina, and I can handle just about any weather—whether it's 0 or 100 degrees, it doesn't move me. I've never felt dizzy or off-balance before... absolutely nothing. It was only those few instances I noted where I actually felt myself going down and ended up on the floor. The first time was just sitting in a car, and the rest... well, I was down. Honestly, I don't get why someone like me—considering my physique and my mental toughness—would have even one single moment of passing out. It’s actually embarrassing—because everything my friends can't do or aren't allowed to do, I can and I do—yet here I am, losing consciousness. Once it passes, I just get right back up like nothing happened. Like it didn't even occur.
Look, I’m not afraid—I’ll offer you my hand right now and you can just cut it... I truly don't care. In the middle of all this, I forgot to mention that I do BMX stunts—which means fear isn't an option in my line of work. And if this is some kind of psychological issue, why didn't it hit me immediately? For instance, when I cut myself on glass—first I just went to wash my hands, watching the whole thing happen without a care in the world while both my hands were bleeding and it was dripping down my legs. It was a wrist cut—thankfully I didn't hit any veins—so I went inside and called my mom over; she wrapped it up, though I actually had to show her how to do it properly. It wasn't until everything was bandaged—maybe three or four minutes later—that I finally passed out.
I assume there’s no cure for that kind of mental glitch—unless I just keep getting injured constantly and tell myself, "I won't pass out, I won't pass out." 😁
Now, thinking about it more clearly, maybe you have a point—because the very first thing that crossed my mind yesterday was that I was going to black out, so I immediately laid down and propped my legs and my injured arm up in the air...
Alright folks... I'm new here—apologies for jumping straight into a thread right after registering—but I need to lay out my situation first to see if anyone can actually help. I'll get my profile filled out and everything else squared away in the meantime...
It all started last September. I grew up in a rural area, I'm turning 17 next month, and I've been into bodybuilding. I weigh about 165 lbs, I'm ripped, I run daily for 3.1 miles, and I eat clean—nothing processed, just natural, home-cooked stuff. No drinking, no smoking. I train hard, I'm in peak shape, and honestly, I’ve always felt invincible. I’ve never had issues before—I could work under a blistering 120-degree sun and just sweat through it without a second thought. I've never even been to a doctor, except for one time when I had some grit stuck in my eye. Aside from the dentist, I haven't been sick once in my seventeen years. And that’s where it all went south. Last September, I had four teeth fixed and one pulled at the dentist, and that was the first time I blacked out. Then, I bumped my leg—nothing major, just a minor hit—and passed out again. Later, I cut myself on some glass—lost a lot of blood there—and knocked out once more. Today, I was using a screwdriver and messed up my arm—I didn't puncture it, just pressed too hard trying to see where it caught, and the skin stretched out until my arm looked like a pyramid—likely hitting that vein-tendon thing that runs down toward the wrist—and boom, passed out again. I don't get why this keeps happening. Every single time, I make it home, sit down, call my mom, lie back, and *then* I lose consciousness. It's not even the sight of blood—when I hit my leg, there wasn't any blood, yet I still went down. And seeing blood doesn't gross me out; I can handle pain just fine. Even now, with this arm messed up, I'm typing just fine—it's only the moment the incident occurs that I pass out. It makes zero sense given my lifestyle, my health, and my physical build...
Thanks to anyone who tries to help; hope I haven't bored you all to death...
Best regards...