Dr. Nostron wrote: ↑Tue Jul 07, 2020 3:20 pm
Damn - what do the docs think happened?
they concluded I had something called Tertiary Global Amnesia where a combination of stress and physical exertion causes something to disconnect in your brain, thankfully temporarily.
I started working on a car about 11am, and I was really struggling to get the part to fit, so I would crawl under, then get up and go watch a video on youtube, then go to the workshop, then crawl back under - and I did that from 11am to about 3:30, then I put up my tools, took the car off the jack stands , took a shower and then took the car for a test drive. After that my wife asked me if I wanted to take the dogs for a walk and I said yes, I went out to the garage, came back and in and asked her when we got that motorcycle. That was the first clue something was wrong.
I didn't know I had a tattoo, I didn't know why we were wearing masks, I didn't know a project at work had started, I didn't remember working on the car, the test drive or taking the shower.
I was Guy Pierce in Memento. My wife told me I would ask her "what did I do today?" and she would say "You worked on the car" and then I would look at my hands and say "I didn't work on the car, my hands aren't dirty" and she said I did that at least 7 times, with the exact same response every time.
About midnight I look over at her in the emergency room, look down to see I have an IV in my arm, and I ask - why the fuck am I in a hospital? I still had trouble connecting the dots but other than from around 3:00 to then, all my memories returned. It was like I woke up just very groggy. She knew I was getting better because I told the Doc to not waste this IV in my arm and give me some versed.
After sleeping a few hours in a hospital room I woke up , a little unsure of what I would remember but everything was back to normal. I had every test they could run - CT, MRI, Sonagram?, I met with 2 neurologists - they threw it all at me...and they found nothing. I kept my sense of humor though. As they were taking me down to the CT scan, which , you guessed it, I don't remember, I was yelling to my wife in an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice "Its not a tumor, not a tumor at all"
They also found a spot on my lung and here I am in the middle of an amnesia crisis and this doctor is going into great detail explaining they found a spot that I have to get checked out. Like I'm going to remember what he said 2 minutes from now
(turns out the spot was nothing - long story but its an infection that 90% of the people that live in the Ohio Valley get and they are asymptomatic other than in some cases your body "mummifies" the fungus and it appears as a spot on your lung)
Anyways, Its been 3 weeks now with no recurrence. So I'm no longer worried about someone finding me wearing nothing but a bathrobe walking down the street. The only thing is from the time I fixed the car until midnight at the hospital is gone, I don't think I'll ever remember any of it.