While waiting for all the tests, I have the medical people asking me all sorts of questions. Who is the president? I have no idea, but in this day and age that is no question to ask a seriously confused person. It seems some hospitals no longer ask the “president question” to determine understanding because it upsets so many people.
They want to know the big dates. When is your birthday? No clue. I’d like to help you out but I am coming up empty. Today’s date? Where are you? I have nothing for them.
They ask me to repeat No ifs, ands, or buts. Tongue twisters that I garble. Even saying 50-50 throws me. For the first hour, I don’t remember any of the questions. After an hour, I still don’t know the answers, but trending positive, I now understand that these are questions that I should know the answers to. That’s a significant step out of the fog.
As for tests that evening in the ER:
The CAT scan (an X-ray image made using Computerized Axial Tomography) of my brain rules out bleeding in my brain; clearly, I am not having a stroke.
The MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging), which gives the medical staff a more detailed image of my brain and its blood flow, shows no lack of blood flow and again no evidence of stroke.
The heart monitor determines if there is atrial fibrillation (irregular heartbeat or arrhythmia) that can lead to blood clots, stroke, and heart failure. My heart is just fine.
The chest x-ray determines whether there are any blood clots in my lungs. This test can help diagnose and monitor conditions such as pneumonia and heart failure. I have a clean x-ray.
A urinary test would indicate whether I have a Urinary Tract Infection. UTIs cause similar confusion and again the medical professionals are trying to rule out as much as possible. I have no urinary infection.
Finally, I am screened for drugs. It turns out it is routine anytime someone comes into the ER in an “altered mental status,” which is me! There are no drugs in my system.
I was passing all the medical tests and failing all the questions. Though the medical professionals didn’t know what was going on, I was not surprised at all what was happening to me. You see 15 years ago something similar happened 150 miles from home. Stay tuned for part 3 on Thursday.
over60hiker 
Wow. I just got to reading the first two blogs. I am so sorry you had this experience. Obviously you have recovered. I look forward to the next episode.
Love,
Mary
Danny, perhaps your pickleball prowess has amped your go get’em drive. You are so competitive that you just couldn’t let Hannah have the clearly deserved award for lead actor in a medical emergency drama this year! Seriously…oh my goodness! You both have had way too much excitement! May the coming year be filled with peaceful, contented boredom. At least occasionally.
Love to you both,
Eileen
We are both ready for a mellow second half of the year. Two weeks since the episode and no repeat. Thursday will catch you up on the deja vu vu! Love and peace to you and Tom. Dan
Thanks, at least, for not making us wait 3 weeks for . . . “the rest of the story”! Can’t wait to hear more about your life in 2002 😉
Thanks for checking in. Hannah definitely didn’t want people to wait. Thursday has some deja vu all over again!
Very interested in reading Thursday’s instalment. When I had my episode last year, I was told that chances of it happening again were minimal.
That is good to hear. I think my readers would love to hear your comments on what I was going through. Two weeks since and no sign of relapse!
Very scary stuff! Am anxious for the next segment. Thinking of both you and Hannah with lots of love and prayers.
Thanks for your good wishes. We are doing well.
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