A surprise refrain

Saturday was one of those days. I drove Debbie to the airport for a weekend speaking engagement in Los Angeles. Then I returned home, created the blogspot, and started to work with Jesse on our "redemption house". It seems I managed about a half hour of work on the top of the parapet roof scraping the paint off the metal cornice molding when Jesse tried to talk to me about the paint scheme. I stared at him rather absently. He decided to come to the roof top and check me out--only to find that I was somewhat stuck on the edge of the roof and was disoriented. Disoriented enough to not know the year, the month, the president, or what I had been doing when so asked in my trip to the ER. An ECG, blood tests, admission, holter monitor, MRI and EEG and by Monday (today) I am home. The diagnosis was something like, "global transitory amnesia". OK, so I didn't know where I was, or what I was doing--but that shouldn't be SO abnormal for me is it?

Yes. Even for me. We don't know the cause yet, and we await the results of the EEG. But so far the results are that there is no "structural" problem--no TIA or stroke or such. Possibly some form of a seizure, and if not then it will be hard to know the cause.

As I was being released Debbie was finishing her mamogram and getting ready for her MRI. The mamogram came back clear. Pagets disease is most often accompanied by an invasive cancer, and at this point it looks like she is clear of any other invasive presence, so we are thankful for that. Tuesday we meet with a plastic surgeon to understand the issues in reconstruction better. I will be with her rather than on the roof or in a hospital bed myself.