Doctor, we have found the problem!

update:

I went in to the doctors for my tilt-table test.
Which was reminiscent of medieval torture practices in a friendly way And for an echogram of my heart. The Echo was done by a dickensonian male and took 45 minutes in a dim room. needless to say I fell asleep, only to be woken periodically by the sound of my heart squishing out of the monitor. I think it came up fine, as no warnings were marked on my paper. After the that the cardio center lost me for a while and I was beginning to fret about making it into the city on time, so I reminded the nurse I was still there, and she sent me to the tilt table specialist, who was, in one word, fantabumarvelicious! She had passed me earlier I think looking for me, but I was still in the open fronted gown, from the echo. She performed the immeasurable kindness of adjusting my gown so that I wasn't flashing the department. (I'd already morphed into a sort of swedish modesty, where I no longer cared who saw what as long as I was being seen to)
She sat me down and told me about the test and then we proceeded to talk about literature, the spanish inquisition, travel, adventure, babies and india, all the while she's strapping me into this Iron Maiden contraption, I have an IV in one arm and a blood pressure measurer on the other that was boa constrictor-ing my arm every minute. (mom, you know how I faint with just one of those on/in me) The tilt table test is where they strap you down, hook you up to measurements and give you a pill to increase blood flow to your legs. Since an attack like mine can be so different each time it happens and can take up to 4 hours to manifest, they try to provoke a severe episode within 40 minutes. Mine took about 15. It was the strangest, scariest thing, to feel myself go under. It's not a fainting fit, as my breathing and voice were regular throughout. The rest of my body stopped responding and my stomach started getting very qweesy, and I sagged onto the velcro straps holding me to the table. She leveled the table and propped me up, and talked me down from it. Amazingly, my first thought was not of pain or worry, but something more akin to the hallelujah chorus by Handel.
LAdies and Gentlemen, we have the solution. Vasal-vascular it is indeed. I will be going in to see my practitioner when she gets the results, and she'll talk me through what I need to do, but basically, I need to fidget more, move my toes and hands, get up, sit down and such. I also need to constantly be drinking water, something I find akin to chineese water torture, but will try to get better at, and eat more salt with my meals.
I also have extremely low blood pressure, causing her to think the machine was broken.
but, I am so very happy to have a name for my little condition, and a check positive on the test. I'm also very happy to have a practitioner who is as interested in this case as I am, she even called to schedule a follow up BEFORE the tests were even done.
I'm very excited about looking at how this will affect future attacks. Knowing what I do now, and watching how the doctor responded, I think that if in the future I do suffer another public attack, I will be able to talk myself out of it, or at least be recovered within an hour from it.
With any luck, no more ambulance rides!
And now I'm sitting in a classroom off of broadway, proctoring a class I just tried to teach poetry to. I think it was the worst presentation I have given this year. It was boring and over thought, and I didn't get through all the information. And I didn't have examples. Yet despite this, I was happy to do it, the experience helps.
I still want to teach, more than anything.
thanks for your patience in waiting throught this with me! I could not have done this without my community around me.