I was gonna put this in GQ, but what can I say…I like you guys better!
Okay, so I spent last night with my boyfriend in ER. Why? Because, well, he wasn’t himself. His short term memory was shot; this man I love, who abhors redundancy, made the same comments over and over again and didn’t realize it. One comment was repeated four times in a ten minute phone conversation, then two more times when I met with him in person about fifteen minutes following. It was said like a new idea each time. He’d called me concerned for his peculiar mental state and I said I was coming over; when I showed, he said, “Hey baby!..Oh…yeah…you were coming over.” He’d forgotten.
He described himself as having that feeling when you are suddenly awakened from a vivid dream–unsure as to whether or not he was awake, what was real and what was dreamed. When he tried to take a nap to “sleep it off,” it only intensified the disorientation.
ER did blood and urine tests and a CAT scan; all were normal. By midnight (when we left), he was feeling his normal self. But for about 4 hours, he was most certainly NOT. I’ve never seen him like this–and I’ve known him for 8 years.
FWIW: He does not drink, do drugs, smoke, or sleep around. (Well, except with me. ) His only allergy is ampicillin. He is a very healthy individual who generally avoids doctors unless absolutely necessary (twice in two years, maybe). The fact that he felt a need to go to the doc was alarming enough for me. He’d had plenty of sleep the night before, had nothing unusual to eat, and takes no medications/prescriptions whatsoever.
We both think it sounds like a narcotic–but what? Where? How? He hates feeling out of control–recreational drugs do NOT appeal to him in the least. The only thing he could think of was a student (he teaches 6-8 grade music, with several hoodlums-in-training as students) slipping something in his water. Still, his symptoms showed at 4pm–more than three hours after his last contact with students. His cup didn’t look suspicious, but who knows. We don’t want to assume the worst of the kids, anyway.
Does anyone have any similar experiences, any anything they can relate? He is completely bewildered by this, as am I. Any input would thrill us both!