For weeks, the event I’ve just recounted plagued me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and how scary it was that I had been walking around in public doing stuff I had no memory of doing.
Eventually, I went to my GP surgery, and saw a doctor, who we’ll call doctor Harding , because I actually think that washis name. I described the event and the impact it was having on me in great detail.
His response was that I was just tired, and he didn’t seem even slightly concerned.
Still, to this day, I wonder what happened during my first experience of missing time.
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