House

You've seen or heard of the show, House, the know-it-all doctor. Well I'm not, but today I'm playing one on TV. I'm putting my white smock and stethoscope on - how do I look? - just because it's my blog.

A couple of hours of sleep and a hot shower will allow you to gather your thoughts and re-evaluate what you saw during the previous day. And I'm doing it without the drugs or a cane. Here's my theory on yesterday's confusion/delusion/hallucination episode with Renee.

It was none of those.

She was sleepwalking. Yep, she started talking in her sleep after things calmed down a little later so there my clue and that's my theory. Some kind of drug interaction, maybe adding thorazine to the mix for hiccups, spurred some heavy dream activity. When she felt the discharge from her rectum. She bolted the bed still sleeping, dreaming that something else was happening - the butter experiment comment. I thought she was waking up and talking to me but now I think she was sleeping the whole time. She didn't wake until the doctor got there and started asking the tough questions.

So there you go. That is my unprofessional opinion in less than 30 minutes and no commercials.

Now I'm off to solve the rest of the medical mysteries of our patient.

Stay tuned.