Black out?

Today I gave plasma. You know that stuff that looks like apple juice that runs through your veins and if you "donate" it they give you money? Good times! I got paid for sitting there, watching "The Goonies"! (Which I didn't get to finish, by the way, which is sad, since I've never seen it before) So after finishing up and getting paid my $30, I headed over to the Dollar Store, where I'd be able to get some clips for my hair. As I was standing in line, I had an odd sensation come over me. My ears started fading and my vision started getting darker. Well, I've has this before, anytime I stand up too fast, but it usually goes away pretty quick, so I thought not much of it and patiently waited for it to go away. Unfortunatly, it wasn't leaving, and as I stood there, it seemed to be getting worse. Now, I've never passed out before, but when your knees start threatening to buckle underneath you, anyone can come up with the brilliant idea "Hey, maybe I shouldn't be standing!" My thoughts were more along the lines of, "This is a very interesting sensation. Should I allow it to go on, or should I say something? If I let it go on, I might actually pass out. That would be a first. But then they would have to call the ambulance, and that could be, not only embarrasing, but expensive as well. So, probably not such a good idea. So, gathering a little energy, I asked for water. Have you ever spoken while in this kind of situation? It's also an interesting experience. Your voice doesn't sound like it's actually yours. You can feel your mouth moving, but you're only half sure that sound is coming out, but somehow the people around you can understand. Noticing the familiar band around my arm, which is always a sure-fire sign that blood has been given, the lady behind me spoke up, "Did you give blood today?" Half of me was thinking "No lady, I just like to put a big section of idodine on my arm and wrap it with this stuff so that I look like I gave blood. It's all part of my conspiracy to take over the world. Hello!" But fortunately, the outside me just nodded. And promptly sat down on the floor in the middle of the aisle. I felt a little better after having a little water, but that didn't stop them from giving me a candy bar and some orangeade. (Is that like lemonade and limeade? How many "ade"s are they gonna make?) People were offering me rides left and right, saying that I shouldn't drive in that condition. For the very first time ever (and probably the last) I was happy that I had my stupid little Tracfone so that I could call my mom instead of bum a rise off of some random stranger. (I'm not good with strangers, especially when they're being overly kind. Weirds me out.) So, I got up to go out to my car and wait, was informed that someone else had paid for all of my stuff, including all of the food and my hair clips, and then was hugged (way too tightly) by the cashier. (Remember what I said about strangers?) I was grateful to be out of there. Now that it's over, I'm glad I had the experience. It will make it that much easier to describe it when I come across a time I need a character to faint in one of my books. Granted, I didn't actually faint, but all that was left was for me to hit the ground. I'll save that for next time.