A Friday morning or two ago, I started feeling bad and it got worse as the day went on. Saturday I didn’t feel well at all and Sunday the decline began. Monday I was in full blown Flu Symptoms; congestion, headache, fatigue, and generally feeling terrible. Monday night I took some sleep meds and some flu meds, and as I laid me down to sleep the world took a turn for the surreal.
“Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends, we’re glad you could attend, come inside, come inside…”
Phosphenes are those images you see when you close your eyes. Not to be confused with floaters, which are those things you see in front of your eyes when your eyes are open, but phosphenes are not normally lucid or clearly defined.
At first, it seemed to be a sort of medieval tapestry being passed in front of my eyes, too close for me to tell what it was and too fast to really see anything but small sections of images. There seemed to be words, letters, pieces of a map, images of a man rowing a boat, buildings, and machines or devices, drawn in incredible detail, whose function I could not guess. There was a woman with a cloak and a hood in a field, and the images showed her throwing seed or spells, with her right hand.
There seemed to be great blobs of dark purple ink being dropped into the phosphenes, and they swirled and partially blocked the other images as if they were there to prevent me from seeing what I had seen. They twisted and expanded, yet they were temporary and fleeting. The images faded into colors and eventually, I went to sleep.
Then things got very strange.
Okay, I take sleep meds and we all have heard what wonderful and exciting side effects there are sometimes. I was taking Ambien and woke up in my truck, with the engine running, and naked. These were new meds, however, and my body reacted splendidly. I woke up and thought I was at my girlfriend’s house. But my clock was there. And the light in the window looked odd. I remembered, very clearly I remembered being at a party with her. I had too much to drink so stayed over. My truck was still at the house where the party had been, and I had to go get it. Except…
I was in my own bed in my own house and had not left it. But the memories were still there.
I spent most of the week sitting up in bed watching a Cardinal bang himself against the window, and wondering if I was hallucinating it. The dogs curled up with me, and even though it was down below freezing outside, I had body heat to keep me warm. I ran a fever, sweated, felt cold, sweated, coughed until I cried, and simply lay still for about three days.
I came out of it after nearly a week, and my advice to you if you get it is to stay down and stay under covers. If you haven’t gotten it yet, wear a mask and gloves and bathe yourself in pure alcohol twice a day.
This flu season is nasty people.
Anyone else have it?