San Francisco, sitting at Pier 7, Wednesday 12/1/99 6:45pm
I went to the doctor to have my head examined. He looked into my eyes with his bright light thingy and took my blood pressure. It was a little low but he told me it was nothing to be alarmed about. Then he asks me "you work as a welder?" and I'm wondering how he would even know I did welding at all, but I said I do some welding in my art studio. Then he tells me his diagnosis... "TGA, aka Transient Global Amnesia, most likely caused by a chemical reaction to welding gases in combination with an arc flash burn to the retina."
He asked me if I was sleeping ok and I told him I didnt sleep at all last night due to the shock of everything. So he says, "You look very tired. I suggest you go home and get some sleep. If in a couple weeks a relapse of a similar occurrence happens, don’t hesitate to call and schedule an appointment. In the mean time, I want you on Doperal for the next 3 weeks." And so he prescribes it and sends me on my way. HMOs...!
And of course I talked with Edson Cross. That was the first thing I did. I called him up and recorded it. I seem to be recording everything these days.
I just dont know what to think. What did I do for over a week and not remember? Where did I go??? Who did I see or talk to??? Did I sleep in a hotel? Did I go home? Did I find a friend and stay with them? Did I take or do some kind of drug? Did someone slip me a drug? Why didnt the doctor give me a blood test for drugs or something? He didnt even suggest that be the case. What if someone did slip me something? Alex says I never showed up to her party but maybe I went to another one and got slipped that GHB/whatever it's called? This is by far the strangest and scariest thing that's ever happened to me. Ever.
My art show with Deise is this Friday. I'm not in the mood but I've got to get ready for it. I've got so much work to do but I have to do it cause I got money I need to make. I'm tired. I dont need Doperal, I need coffee.