I'm still alive. I'm guessing most of you figured that anyway, but this is my first post in a couple of weeks, so for those who were worried (ha, like I have a massive following), I'm here and I'm doing much better, even if I still have a way to go.
Where did I go? What did I do? Well, on Friday, March 22, I left work early because I was feeling increasingly icky as the day went on. I got home, changed into my pjs and got into bed. I remember The Tim coming home from work, I remember extreme chills and then extreme sweats, and then snippets of things. By Sunday, I could get out of bed long enough to call the dr's office and have them prescribe me Tamiflu. The Tim was kind enough to pick it up for me, and I started taking it. Then I remember very little else until last Wednesday, March 27 when I actually got out of bed and took a shower. I still have no voice, and I'm still not back 100%, but I am definitely improved and improving. Yep, even though I got a flu shot, I still managed to get a major smackdown from the flu. I truly cannot remember ever being that sick.
I do remember certain things from my brain fogs, and I have to say that even when they were happening, I would think to myself, "WTF?" Here's what I mean, as I have decided to share some of them for today's Three on Thursday.
1. This conversation:
The Tim: I wish I had some potatoes.
Me: What do you mean, we always have potatoes.
The Tim: Well, I don't know where they are, none are in the cupboard.
Hamlet: Sorry guys, I fixed french fries for me and the cats and I guess I used them all.
This is a conversation that was as clear to me at the time as if I just had it ten minutes ago. Needless to say, it never occurred, and I do remember at the time thinking that there was something *slightly* suspicious about a) Hamlet being able to cook, and b) the cats eating french fries.
2. The same movie scene, with different twists causing different reactions. Apparently in my brain fog, I was directing or watching or doing something actively with a movie scene. The setting is a narrow, cobblestone street in some charming little village. A man is lying in the street asking for help. However, each time, there is something different about the man that has an effect on whether or not, or how, people try to help him. For instance, in one variation, he is dressed normally, but appears drunk. No one offers to help. Next, he is clearly injured, but really dirty and smelly, and though some people stop to ask if he is OK, most people are clearly disgusted. Another time, he is dressed as one of the Three Musketeers, and everyone just laughs when they walk by. WTF??? Also, an even weirder aspect is that the person portraying the man each time is Eric Stonestreet, who is one of the actors on the show "Modern Family," which I used to watch, but haven't really seen in years.
3. French film noir. Again with the movies or whatever. But these were the most prevalent things that would occur in my brain fog, particularly one that kept repeating itself. The viewer is clearly in the back seat of a car (you only see the back of heads in the front seat in silhouette). We are on a dark road, with only foggy headlights showing the way. Out of the trees next to the road, comes a woman who is clearly French by the way she is dressed (as in a French film noir), disheveled, and she keeps screaming at the cars' inhabitants (in French), "I am a woman! I am a doctor!"
As I said, even when I would gain consciousness enough to think about these, they amused me as much as puzzled me, but mostly I wondered where in the world they came from and why ...
I got nothin'. Nothin' I tells ya.