I almost passed out while shelving books yesterday morning. That was real fun. I had just gotten up from a crouch to find the proper place for some Buddhist commentary or other, and my hand refused to rise any more. I had a strange feeling, as if my body were oscillating back and forth in something like a sine wave. Then I fell backwards and hit the shelf behind me, after which I failed to get a grasp on something and so dropped to my knees and fell sideways, knocking books off the shelving cart.

Something like this happens a few times a day, although I rarely get all the way to the ground because of it. Yes, I think I have anemia.