Pull the Plug

Tonight at the gym, I suffered a slight dizzy spell while I was on the elliptical. The elliptical is a machine that makes you look like you're running with gigantic strides, but without impact on your joints. I really like using it because I look like I know how to use it, and I sweat like mad. I look like I'm trying to sell the machine on a forty minute television commercial.
Maybe I looked down too long, or shifted my gaze from the TV too quickly, but my world went a little tipsy there for a second. I didn't loose control, and the viewers at home wouldn't have noticed unless the forensics specialist played it in slow-motion for them. But there is was, some inner ear distress that made me suddenly evaluate my surrounding area for potential head trauma.
If I passed out here, would I hit my head on that? Would I just slump forward, or backwards? How long would it take the people around me to realize something wasn't quite right?
I thought about people saying Hey Buddy, Took Quite a Spill There. I thought about the woman at the front desk, the one who told me my membership was expired, when indeed it was not, saying things like, Oh My God, Are You OK?
This made me think of the way my mouth looks when I smile. Because I would have had to shrug it off, pale and panting on the ground. Don't Get Up, Just Take it Easy Buddy. I would smile this crooked, awkward smile and my diaphragm would be constricting with forced laughter.
Get Him Some Water, they would say. I Wish I Could Hit it That Hard. That's Dedication.
More forced laughter, and I would be trying to get up. I would feel it obligatory to throw in a slight misstep, whether physically warranted or not.
The next day there would be a small red mark along my face that people would ask about.
I Would Just Die, they would say.
This made me think of alternate dimensions. Perhaps in a different dimension, I did fall. Maybe in yet another dimension, I did fall, and I died from it. It's easier to follow me here if you've read any X-Men comics.
Maybe I fell and hit my head in just the right place, and even now, I'm thinking about a dimension in which that did not happen, this dimension. There's another me, drooling and staring out the window, sweeping enough cognitive function into a neat little pile in order to imagine the dimension I am now residing in.

I think we were all on board until a certain point there.