“No,” I say firmly. “I’m just a little queasy. I can manage the bathroom on my own.” “But what if you pass out?” she asks. “What if your blood pressure goes so low you forget to breathe? What if you hit your head on the corner of the sink and it gives you amnesia and you wake up not even knowing your own name? Or you could get retrograde amnesia, though I’m not sure what that means, exactly.” “I’m fine,” I say, trying to cover my embarrassment. “But you could get me something to drink, if you want.” “Good idea. There’s always juice in Dr. Mac’s fridge. Orange, apple, carrot, mango? She probably has chocolate milk, too. Did you eat dinner? Low blood sugar can bring on fainting episodes and nausea, too. Maybe you should have a snack that combines proteins and carbs, like cheese and an apple. Does that sound good?” Sunita is usually the quietest Vet Volunteer, so I’m confused by all this chattering until her strategy dawns on me.
