The Lost Day

Only the other folks who wrote on this site can really know how I felt. It was a Thursday night when my wife can out of the shower and asked if I was going to take one. I replied that I would take mine in the morning before her doctor appointment. The next thing that I recall is that I believe I am dreaming that I am having an MRI. I'm not aware of my surroundings at all but I can hear the sound of the machine. At some pont later I find myself in a hospital bed and see my wife sitting across from me. At that point, as you all know, the questions begin. Where am I? What am I doing here? What happened? I'm a 65 and a half year old male and this episode took place the day after I officially retired.................
gofiger gofiger
61-65
Jan 6, 2013