Jesus Christ man. So I was packing up to leave for college, I'm in the living room, my dad is sitting in a chair on the computer, I turn around and find my dad on his back on the floor making mumbling noises and looking at me with this vegetable-y look in his eyes. I ask him what he's doing on the floor. He says he's tired, like that explains it. I ask why he's laying on the floor instead of sitting in the chair or, y'know, going to lay in bed for a nap if he's tired. He asks me why I'm looking at him like that. I ask why he's on the floor. He asks me why he's on the floor.
He...apparently blacked out or something and fell out of the chair or something. I didn't even hear him fall out of the chair and I was in the same room but whatever. He says he feels fine, can feel his arms and legs and he isn't having heart pains or a headache or dizziness or anything. He's taking a nap now. He's 65 or so and I half expected he had a stroke or something, but he seems back to normal. He said that a similar blacking out happened to him one morning when he was going to work years back, where he went in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and suddenly found himself sitting on the floor with the shower overflowing. He seems fine now, and he insists he's fine and probably would refuse any prompting to go to a hospital or anything. I'll probably stay a bit longer until everyone's calmed down I guess.
Just, Jesus CHRIST, man. Turning around and seeing my dad on the floor like that was terrifying. Freaked my mom out pretty bad.