Am I Going Crazy, Or What?

The images are fading fast, so I need to write this down quickly.

Yesterday was Easter and we had the whole family for the day. Justin, Nicole and Baby Alex spent Saturday night with us and came to church on Sunday. Kara, Maggie, Emma and I went early to the Easter breakfast before church. At home, we spent a nice day, eating and relaxing. Today, I can remember almost exactly what happened at almost any moment of the day. It's like a movie is playing in my head. Not so for the wee hours of night.

At about 1 a.m., I woke from a sound sleep with the rumblings of diarrhea - IBS. Pain and nausea woke me and, well, you don't want to read about that! Suffice it to say, I was sick. As with IBS, it goes away and I was back in bed, sleeping.

I remember that I was having a very, very bad dream. I got out of bed and went downstairs. Jimmy was sitting in the TV room, eating a snack. I remember getting back in bed, upset and crying. Jimmy was with me, talking to me. That's about all I can remember. Being upset and crying and knowing something was dreadfully wrong and not being able to do anything about it. AND being sick. Oh, and sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the bathroom trashcan sitting beside the bed. And having a headache.

Later this morning, after I woke up, I was still uneasy and couldn't remember much about last night - actually it was 4:30 a.m. when all this happened.

Jimmy told me that I came downstairs as he was eating a snack, around 4:30. He said I appeared normal when I came into the room and sat in my chair. That's when things went screwy. He said I asked him three different times, "What day is it?" I didn't know that we had just had Easter the day before. I also asked him about Alex - "How old is he?" Well, at least I KNEW about Alex!

I don't remember any of this. It's all a blur. When I woke up this morning, I had just a few bits and pieces of what happened. Nothing made any sense. Jimmy left and went to Alexandria, but called me late morning to tell me he was coming home. After he returned, he called the doctors' office and made an appointment for me. By this time, I was getting very concerned, especially since I couldn't remember what had happened. Had I had a TIA? Was I going crazy? Was I sleep-walking?

When I was a child, I talked and walked in my sleep. I don't remember much about the incidents and usually only heard about them at the breakfast table when my sisters would laugh about it. That disappeared by the time I was a teenager. I thought those days were gone.

The Doctor gave me an exam - follow my finger, answer these questions, do this math, repeat these words, what month is it? (I couldn't remember if it was April or May) - and said I had either had a TIA or I had been sleep-walking. At least she didn't said I was going crazy. She wanted to schedule an MRI, but came back into the room with a surprised look on her face - "You don't have any insurance?" We told her that without steady work, insurance is a luxury we don't have. She told me to call St. Luke's Clinic on Thursday (the only day they're open) and they would help us with the $3000+ cost.

I'll go to St. Luke's on Thursday and see what they say about helping me. I will also try to keep the thought that it was just sleep-walking and nothing to worry about. I feel fine, except I have a nagging uneasiness bouncing around in my head. And I still have that headache.