...you lose your memory for one hour....

"Transient Global Amnesia is a sudden, temporary episode of memory loss
that can't be attributed to a more common neurological condition, such as
epilepsy or stroke." The Mayo Clinic

It was a normal morning for the two of us. Both retired, one of our biggest enjoyments, it having
our coffee and reading or playing on our computers and not rushing until we have been up for a
couple hours. Then we have breakfast and plan our day. My partner/spouse of then twenty-three
years and I, ages 73 and 68 respectively are both in good health. I still have all my pieces parts
and only take statins for prescription medication. We both love to challenge our minds with
mind games and both love to read.

April 1st (yes April fool's Day) 2014. I walked out to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. What is to
transpire next is an account from my spouse and the
The following is a blog/journal that I kept, partially to convince myself that I still had some
sanity left. Except for having a short retention span, which can be attributed to age, I feel that
my life is running quite smoothly. The incident happened nineteen days before our scheduled
trip to Europe.

This is the second time I started this blog. The first time was right after my TGA. I didn't think I
had anything to write about so I stopped after a week
 the TGA (Transient Global Amnesia) on I never had a problem with depression before that day.
Now it haunts me and I can't tell the people I am closest to, because she will blame herself and
think there is something she can do.

It's not bad enough to see a doctor or take pills and NO I am no suicidal, just depressed.
Before the TGA I wrote short stories, did crafts, dabbled in photography and now I don't care
about any of that.

I have tried to find information on line about TGA's and keep coming up against lack of
knowledge statistics are they happen to 23 out of 100,000 people with the average age being 62,
I was 68 I do worry that I might have another one, it is possible but not probable.
I am writing this to be self serving but also if anyone should read it that is experiencing the same
thing, might find some consolation in these pages.
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 I knew the day after, which was the day I came home from the hospital, that I was not the same
person. Some part of me was missing and I will never get it back