So, randomly passed out today at the vet's office while I was helping the lady trim my parrakeet's claws...

The MedStar people were very nice.

And yes, people really do ask you "Do you know where you are?" when you start to wake up. My response: Shouldn't you know that? Did you take me someplace else? "The vet's office?" Is this a trick question?

But yes. Never letting the receptionist do anything to my birds again. Geeze lady, I don't care if you "used to take care of birds like this years ago", you do not need to attempt to take care of my 'keets! The poor bird was bleeding all over the place thanks to your nail clippers!

That+like, 80 degree stuffy room+dehydration+the stress that comes from how you have to hold the birds (because yes, I was holding Nikki, since I do want to be a vet and needed to learn how to trim their wings, but how you have to hold them feels like you're trying to pop it's head off like a cork out of a bottle)+the fact that the poor freaked out bird was attempting to puncture my finger with its little beak= me on the floor.

At least now I have a first-hand understanding of what it feels like to wake up after passing out...