Disconnected

Last night I had a frustrating experience. My brain seemed to disconnect from my body - like there was a breakdown in communication from point A to point B. This sometimes happens after a seizure, but I didn't have a seizure last night, so I'm really not sure what happened or why.

About 10:00 last night Ed decided it was time to get ready for bed. I was playing Scrabble on the laptop, and when I responded to him, my speak was very choppy and "stuttery". Then when I got up my gait was off, too. I was moving very slowly, and the more I did the worse it got. Evidently my balance was off, as I just about fell over several times while washing my face. I managed to brush my teeth, although I did find myself moving my jaw back and forth rather than the toothbrush. *sigh*

I continued through my "get ready for bed" routine very slowly and methodically until it came time to change into my jammies. I was stumped. Ed talked me into sitting on the side of the bed until I thought of what I needed to do next. He was very patient and asked me what I needed to do first. Socks! I needed to take my socks off! Bingo! Got it! Now...how do I do that? Had to think about that for a minute. Got the left one off with no problem - my left foot was tucked under my right knee. The right sock was another story. My foot was on the floor and I couldn't figure out how to get my left hand down to my right foot or my foot up to my hand. After a minute or two I figured it out and accomplished this seemingly monumental task. Then I had to conquer my shirt. Thankfully it was just a t-shirt, but I about strangled myself trying to get it off. I think Ed rescued me, but I don't really remember. I finished changing, conquering each article of clothing piece by piece, and then I had to figure out what to do with the dirty clothes. I knew they needed to go somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn't remember if they went in the trash or the laundry basket. I finally decided they went in the laundry, but asked Ed just in case. He affirmed my decision and I finally made it to bed.

Sound crazy? It's true. Believe me, I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to. I never dreamed these kinds of things happened to people that had minor head injuries. I thought this was "reserved" for severe head trauma. I'm very grateful that I don't have to deal with this everyday, but the potential for these episodes is there 24/7.