Losing my mind?

Once upon a time, about a week and a half ago, I was checking my e-mail while Kenadie played in her exer-saucer and while Garrett was working at the temple for the evening.
I was in the middle of reading an e-mail from my dad when I noticed that my brain felt a little foggy. I couldn't comprehend what I was reading, I couldn't focus my thoughts, and then I had no idea what I was reading or who it was from.

What was going on?! I turned around and looked at Kenadie's pacifier on the floor and didn't recognize it at all. I didn't remember ever seeing it (even though I bought it 4 months ago and Kenadie uses it everyday) and it took a few minutes of racking my brain to even remember that it was called a pacifier. I picked Kenadie up; she was crying. I looked around my apartment and didn't recognize any of the toys strewn across the floor. I looked at our engagement pictures framed on the wall and didn't recognize them or even remember having them taken. My body felt heavy and tingly and I had to really concentrate to get myself to move at all.

Garrett was unreachable so I called my dad. I told him that for some reason I suddenly couldn't remember names to objects, that I didn't recognize things in my apartment, and that I felt "funny".

He asked me if I had eaten dinner. I didn't remember, but told him I must have because there was a dirty plate on the counter. He asked me if I had talked to my mom earlier that day. I said yes. He asked what we talked about. I had a hard time remembering, then I had a really hard time finding words to tell my dad that I couldn't remember. It was as if my vocabulary was suddenly reduced to about 50 words and I could not express myself. Crazy!

I've seen this sort of thing happen before: I once had a patient who presented with these symptoms. He had a stroke shortly thereafter.

Naturally, I was freaking out.

I didn't trust myself to drive (with Kenners) to the hospital because I didn't even know the word for a golf ball, and my pride would not allow me to call an ambulance. (What the heck would I say!? "Um, hi. I can't remember things, and I feel funny"!? Yeah, right!)

So I decided to sit and wait until Garrett got home. This weird little episode lasted about 2 hours and then the "fog" suddenly lifted and I regained sanity. I decided it was just some weird, temporary brain schlump and decided not to worry.

Then the other night, it started happening again. I felt heavy, tingly, foggy, dizzy, just "funny" again. So upon the request of Garrett, and my dad, and my boss, I went to see the doctor who quickly ordered a bunch of blood work and an MRI and MRA of the head and neck. (Have you ever had one of those scans? two words: noisy, claustrophia-inducing).

The results: nothing. nada. My brain is fine. The vessels in my head and neck look great. (whew!) The doctor is still "worried" and referred me to a neurologist if it ever happens again.

Honestly, I think I must have just "lost my mind" for a bit there.
I remember my mom using that expression multiple times while I was growing up, so it must just be a "mom thing"!?
I dunno!

The End.