Escalators and Antibiotics

Life sure has been eventful over the past week. Last Friday I got up for work as normal, got ready and went on my way for the usual commute in. At Hammersmith station I got on the Piccadilly line to go to Earls Court but as I got off the tube I suddenly felt hot and sweaty. Must be the good ventilation on the underground...then my head started to feel a bit woozy. So I took off my hat, scarf and gloves, undid my coat but my head carried on getting woozier. Strange spots of light flashed in front of my eyes so I thought I would try to get up to the outside platform where there is some fresh air (as fresh as it gets in London anyway). I swayed past a bank of seats on the underground platform, considered sitting down for a minute but then decided to battle on upstairs. This I think was probably a bad move. Managed to make it to the escalator when part way up my vision flashed with light and then completely went. As in I couldn't see a bloody thing. I gripped onto the handrail praying I wouldn't fall back down from where I had come from and that I would realise when the escalator ended. I somehow managed to get to the end without falling and staggered over to the wall where I was slowly sinking down it (thinking - for god's sake i must look like my mum) and desperately and blindly searching in my bag for a bottle of water. I considered sitting down where I was but as it was only one more flight of stairs to the platform, I struggled on. Still with no vision apart from bright flashes of light. I felt my way along the corridor and up the stairs where I suddenly panicked about falling onto the track. So I sat down where I was, right in the middle of the platform. Slowly my vision came back but I was still very disoriented and having hot sweats. I realised that my train was pulling in so i stumbled onto it - as I did so I saw a London Underground employee next to where I had collapsed and a large amount of other commuters, none of whom had offered to help or even asked if I was ok. And I was on my way to work so was relatively smartly dressed and didn't really look that crazy. I was pretty disgusted about their behaviour but I guess it's just the city that I live in. Anyway, I got to work without any further trauma but called the doctor as soon as I got in to the office. She asked me to go in asap and I booked an appt for that afternoon. When I went in she ran some tests and found out that I had quite a bad urine infection (apparently common during pregnancy) so prescribed anitbiotics. Told me to take it easy and go back to see her on Monday morning, before my hospital appt the following Tues. Thankfully the medication seemed to work and there were no more episodes but now I'm drinking cranberry juice daily to try to ward off the bad bacteria.