welp, I just aged 50 years. Got DH home in one piece, he goes in to rinse the blood out (no, not actually rinse, just let some water dribble out) I go to get out his jello and hear a loud clatter. Go back around and he's on the floor and it looks disturbingly like he's having a seizure. I get him to come to, he's confused as ****, and then goes back out again. Comes to again while I call the doctor. It was just a faint (please no 'omg what a wimp' jokes, I can't handle that right now)- probably because he's already been eating nothing this week, was sedated and hadn't been standing. But holy ****, that was easily the most terrifying two minutes of my life. Apparently he could hear me, just not respond at all. Said I have to work on my "panicked" voice and not say his name so much. I thought I sounded in control, lol. Was just trying to get him to respond to me.