Last Wednesday I went to the hospital for either aseptic meningitis or viral encephalitis (the tests aren’t back yet). I had been a constant headache all last week and was too nauseous to eat or drink. This dehydrated me. Once I got to the doctor’s office, my mental state started slipping. I couldn’t speak. I called my wife by my daughter’s name. I couldn’t understand what people were saying to me. I was admitted to the ER where they did all sorts of fun stuff to me — spinal taps, MRI, anti-virals, anti-bacterials, morphine, percoset, IVs full of yummy chemicals, and lots of machines that go *PING* that let me…