Dazed and con­fused

Fortean Times - - Letters -

Last year I had a lost time in­ci­dent. My first co­her­ent mem­ory of the day was be­ing in hos­pi­tal af­ter hav­ing a CT scan. My wife had left to see a friend at 11am and I was go­ing to do some work in the gar­den. She re­turned at 1.30pm to find me, to quote Led Zep­plin, “dazed and con­fused”. I told her I thought I’d blacked out and there was ev­i­dence that I had started to make a cof­fee but not fin­ished the job. Phys­i­cally I was func­tion­ing quite nor­mally, but men­tal func­tion was a dif­fer­ent mat­ter. She re­alised there was some­thing se­ri­ously wrong when I saw clothes laid out in a bed­room and asked “Are we go­ing on hol­i­day?”

Ques­tion­ing re­vealed that I had no mem­ory of any­thing since about 2013. I im­me­di­ately for­got the an­swer to any ques­tion I had asked and kept re­peat­ing the ques­tion like a bro­ken record. In the am­bu­lance I kept ask­ing: “You’ll have to tell me why I’m here and I don’t mean that as a philo­soph­i­cal ques­tion” – which sounds rather fortean. When hos­pi­tal staff at­tend­ing to me went away and then re­turned to the cu­bi­cle I said things like “Haven’t we met some­where be­fore?” As­sorted tests (blood, urine, X-ray, CT scan, etc) gave nor­mal re­sults. Then at about 5.30pm my mem­ory be­gan to re­turn, but apart from what oth­ers have told me, what hap­pened that morn­ing re­mains a blank. The fi­nal di­ag­no­sis was some­thing called TGA (To­tal Global Am­ne­sia), which is ap­par­ently not that un­com­mon and, thank­fully, has no spe­cific fu­ture im­pli­ca­tions. How­ever, I do won­der if other lost time in­ci­dents might have a sim­i­lar cause. Ron Gard­ner Lud­low, Shrop­shire

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