We are made of lots of water. It’s sobering to think if we run just a quart or two low, madness, misery and eventually death awaits. I was reminded of this in gruesome detail starting Saturday. It was either a stomach bug masquerading as a migraine or vice-versa. By Sunday evening I was severely dehydrated with a thundering headache. Combined with sleep deprivation it got bad enough that I’m pretty sure I began to hallucinate.
In the wee hours of Monday morning, around 5 AM, I saw a pretty light outside my apartment. For some reason I thought it was a mini UFO, similar to the ones in Batteries Not Included. I guess anyway, there was no rhyme or reason to it, but I don’t think I was dreaming. There were was some work being down outside my apartment on a sewer line and I think my ravaged brain somehow cooked a work light into a UFO. Fortunately about then whatever it was that got ahold of me loosened its grip. I was able to keep water down, I took some salt and potassium tablets, felt much better, got some food in me, and slowly came out of it.
At which point two things happened: just like waking up after a blinding blackout drunk I realized I had no idea at the time how how bad it was, there are hours I can’t account for. I probably should have been in a hospital. A bag or two of saline might have fixed me right up. Second I finally fell into a deep sleep Monday afternoon and just woke up a few hours ago.
Imagine that this happened to a less skeptical person, who happened to be seeing a real flaky therapist. It wouldn’t be too difficult to gin it up into a UFO abduction story.