Last week I was getting ready to go out of town and trying to do as much as possible before I left: taking out the trash, running errands, doing last-minute shopping.
The trouble is, it was 102°F, and I was ignoring the hot weather.
The afternoon wore on and I finished the last of my water. I felt light-headed and like someone was pressing a thumbtack into the top of my head. Still, I ignored it. It wasn’t until I reached for a doorknob and missed it by about four inches that it occurred to me I probably had heat exhaustion and had better get home.