answer:Well, I came down with walking pneumonia a little over a year ago. It had been coming on for several weeks, even months, before it was caught. Long story short, things came to a head on Nov 5th and I was rushed to a Wichita hospital via ambulance. Was in the hospital for 2 weeks. A couple of times they didn’t know if I was going to make it. :( I recovered fully though, although it took some time, several weeks. I wound up with some short term memory loss, specifically Sept and Oct before my hospital and some parts of the previous summer are spotty. All very strange. My first “new” memory was of being released from the hospital. My husband took me home. The drive home was very quiet. I turned to him and said, “I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve lost a good chunk of my life, not just these last two weeks.” That’s when he told me of my memory loss, so I pondered on that a while and realized that fit. So, I was still pretty sick, confused and pumped full of drugs from the hospital, and much of what I saw I just didn’t quite recognize. We pulled in to our drive way. I only vaguely recognized the house (where I’ve lived since 1999.) I walked in and I distinctly remember thinking how clean it was. I said to my husband, “Wow. It’s clean in here. And somebody has really good taste in decor!” I actually got to see my house, briefly, through the eyes of a stranger, and I liked it. :) But my stupid boss somehow became convinced that I had been mentally compromised, permanently, and fired me 4 months later. It was like she had come to some conclusion in December, before I even saw her, and determined a course of action then. It got to the point where it became crystal clear that there was nothing wrong with me but….she had determined that course so it was going to happen, come hell or high water. Talk about brainless.