Mine does, but that only started after a severe hypoglycemic incident during which I have no memory of about 2 hours, drove about ten miles, wrecked my card, and was found on a sidewalk. EMT report says my sugar was unmeasurably low and it took an IV and peak gel to get it up to 35., which is where it was when my memory comes back coherently. First thing I remember at that point was the sting of the IV in my arm and then my finger, seeing the 35, the EMT noticing I was looking at him and getting a battery of general awareness questions.
So just cause I can’t tell this story very often. One time when I was hit in the head particularly hard in middle school when the teachers were trying to give general awareness questions one of the ones I was close to asked “Tell me about the Mycenaean Greece” because he knew I can unironically bullshit those questions in my actual sleep. So I rant for about 5 minutes look at my hands say give me a few and proceed to zone the fuck out for about 10 minutes before growling out “Aight and we’re back” which is around when I actually have memories of the incident.
According to one of the security guys who basically had the job of keeping us from making chemical weapons in the toilet again, it was probably the most bizarre thing he had seen since Iraq. He was an Army medic veteran.
I would ask about the “again” on the chemical weapons in the toilet thing, but I was the kid that played with low grade explosives and chemistry “projects” at that age. Got annoyed when my homemade napalm was caustic enough it started to eat through the container I’d made it in.
Mine does, but that only started after a severe hypoglycemic incident during which I have no memory of about 2 hours, drove about ten miles, wrecked my card, and was found on a sidewalk. EMT report says my sugar was unmeasurably low and it took an IV and peak gel to get it up to 35., which is where it was when my memory comes back coherently. First thing I remember at that point was the sting of the IV in my arm and then my finger, seeing the 35, the EMT noticing I was looking at him and getting a battery of general awareness questions.
So just cause I can’t tell this story very often. One time when I was hit in the head particularly hard in middle school when the teachers were trying to give general awareness questions one of the ones I was close to asked “Tell me about the Mycenaean Greece” because he knew I can unironically bullshit those questions in my actual sleep. So I rant for about 5 minutes look at my hands say give me a few and proceed to zone the fuck out for about 10 minutes before growling out “Aight and we’re back” which is around when I actually have memories of the incident.
According to one of the security guys who basically had the job of keeping us from making chemical weapons in the toilet again, it was probably the most bizarre thing he had seen since Iraq. He was an Army medic veteran.
I would ask about the “again” on the chemical weapons in the toilet thing, but I was the kid that played with low grade explosives and chemistry “projects” at that age. Got annoyed when my homemade napalm was caustic enough it started to eat through the container I’d made it in.