Two Years ago Near Fatal Collapse

Two years ago I collapsed at my doctors office.  I'd gone in to get the stitches for my ICD out.  I'd woken that morning disoriented, dizzy, and very tired.  Myles wanted to take me to ER.  I was hesitant at first as it was the ER that had led to my SCA. As the day wore on I became insistent, panicked, and outright belligerent that I wouldn't go to ER.  After all I had an appointment with Dr. E. In the afternoon.  I was seeing images of things, then doubles, and finally triples of things.  But I wouldn't tell Myles, as I was NOT going to the ER.  My mind would shut down at the thought of it.
By the time we got to doctors office I couldn't even go inside on my own.  In the office the receptionist took me into a room immediately.  She wanted me to lay down, I didn't know how to get on exam table.  The floor sufficed.   Austin sat in the chair, over me, this little feet kicking back and forth over my head.  I wanted him taken out of the room, but couldn't say it.
What seemed like seconds later a nurse is wanting to cath me.  Ummm, no way.  I'm only here to get my staples out. Oh, they are out.  
I was so out of it.
I remember watching pressure things pumping liquids into me.  The concern of where the liquids were going.  That dang painful cath. The blood draws, the pain of the wrist O2 checks.
And not much else.