From my perspective, I just got awful headaches and felt sort of dizzy and blurry and unwell; and from the doctor's perspective, my heart rate was racketing and my mouth was very dry and there was something about the skin on the back of my hands; so from everybody's perspective, I'm chugging water and glad I'm not hooked up to an IV. It's not really as scary as it sounds, I'm not in danger of dessicating to a handful of withered leaves or anything (bizarrely cool as that might be: like fairy gold, only not), it's just sort of weird and unpleasant. And in combination with a Sam Waterson sighting, a bit surreal.