One moment, I was sitting in the classroom at college. Next thing, I was flat on the ground.
Worried faces hovered over me.
‘What happened?’ I asked.
‘You fainted,’ my tutor replied, kneeling beside me.
She said I’d been unconscious for two minutes.
All I could remember was feeling dizzy, then waking up on the floor.
My mum Jill, then 44, came to collect me.
Back home, I flopped on the sofa.
Our dog Pebbles, a working cocker spaniel, snuggled up.
‘You’re the best nurse,’ I smiled, ruffling her floppy ears.
It was autumn 2021.
Aged 17, it was my dream to work as a dog trainer.
Determined, I’d been studying hard on my animal management college course.
But lately, I’d not been feeling myself.
Pins and needles, dizzy spells,…
