4 1/2 years post stroke, some friends and I were discussing floorplans, we had just toured a home where the front door opened directly into the living room.
In the car, Julie said, “I think a house needs a foyer or entryway of some sort.” I thought about what she’d said and agreed, then experienced the strangest most unsettling moment of complete blankness.
I scratched my embarrassingly empty head, “Does my house have one?”
My buddies giggled.
I asked “How do you get there from my kitchen?” Giggles became nervous titters.
The fleeting image of a large piece of furniture slid through my mind.
I remained blank, blank blank, while Jayne patiently described walking from my kitchen though the dining area to reach my entryway.
I groaned. It took what seemed a very long time to conjure an image of my entryway in my mind. My friends sat uncomfortably silent in the car as I searched the empty hole in my head.
It wasn’t until I walked into my front door that I actually remembered the entryway in my house.
” Oh yeah.”