I went out yesterday doing a couple of should-be-simple caches. I remember finding one and logging it, finding another one (but don't remember logging it), and going into the woods to search for another one. I do not remember coming back out of those woods, but based upon physical evidence, I fell pretty heavily into some briars and a sharp object or two.
Anyway, I went into the woods at about 11 a.m. The next thing I remember, I sort of "came to" while driving on a major thoroughfare in a neighboring county--about 20 miles from the last place I remember being. It was about five hours later. I guess I had been driving around all day while on "autopilot."
I spent six hours in the ER last night--no concussion, so he seems to think I may have had a seizure. (I bit my tongue pretty hard--it's tough to speak and eat--and that is what makes him think that. I am hoping that my tongue just got in the way when I landed heavily.) I have never had anything like this happen to me in my 41 years, and there is no family history of anything like this. As sore as all my muscles are today, I can imagine that maybe I really DID have a seizure, though.
It is scary--not just for me personally, but thinking about what might have happened yesterday while I was driving around all over the place with my subconscious running the show!
When I "woke up," I was convinced that I must have Alzheimer's or something. It was terrifying. I have perused my notes and tried to remember something from the afternoon, but to no avail. I was going to check my GPSr track log, but I guess I lost it in the woods.
Needless to say, I won't be driving--or caching--alone until this is all sorted out.