"Hello, dear. How are you feeling today?" said the nurse as she entered my room.
"I feel weird. Lost. Confused. Disappointed. How is it possible I know stuff like my multiplication tables and not my life? Go ahead ask me any multiplication problem," I said.
"No really, ask me a multiplication problem," I insisted. I wanted to prove to myself and someone else that I did know something.
"Oookay, dear. What is 8 x 7?" asked the nurse.
"It's 56. Ask me another, or better yet, did you know the country Belize is located in Central America?" I asked.
"I didn't even know there was a country called Belize in the world."
"There is, and what about the country Romania? It's located in Eastern Europe. Did you know that?" I asked.
"I have heard of Romania. They speak Russian there, I believe," replied the nurse.
"Actually, they speak Romanian there. It's a romance language rather than a slavic language. How do I know these things and can't remember that I have a husband and three kids?" I was beginning to whine and sound a little desperate but it was really frustrating.
"Honey, I don't know how you know all those things but if I get much further away from home than Palm Springs, I get lost even with Siri so it's not very surprising that I don't know where all those places are," said the nurse.
"Who's Siri?" I asked.
The nurse laughed. "Siri isn't a who it's a what, and you probably don't know who Siri is because you're married to a Microsoft employee. Apples and Microsoft don't mix too well. It's a little like oil and water," said the nurse. Oil and water I understood but the rest was too much.
I don't remember my husband who works for Microsoft and doesn't use Siri. The hospital staff told me my husband is staying at a hotel nearby with our three kids. I don't remember him but I did meet him yesterday. He looked like a nice enough man. I had one short conversation with him but it made my blood pressure rise so much that the doctor had him leave the room. I guess I have three kids -- two boys and a girl. I'm told they're all teenagers, 17, 15 and 13. The girl is in the middle. I don't remember them. I haven't met them yet. The doctor thinks it might be better for everyone to wait a few days and see if my memory comes back. You'd think if I'd birthed three children I would remember. I hear birthing is a memorable event but I can't remember one labor pain or any funny breathing. Of course, I can't even remember what happened to cause this amnesia. The doctor said I had a large bump on the back of my skull and some deep cuts and bruises. All anyone knows for sure is, I went out to go shopping near my home in Bellevue, Washington and disappeared for four days before I turned up at this hospital in Pasadena, California.
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