Before posting my last entry, I paused. Do I dare publish this? People are going to think I’m making this up? This is ludicrous! This CANNOT be a true story!
And then, I myself started to question it. You know those moments in life when you think, “This is insane. It has to be a dream,” and you close your eyes and will yourself awake? Well, I have yet to awaken out of this knotty and disheveled yarn.
Interestingly enough, on my way back from Fresno, a magazine article on personality disorders appeared in the seat-back pocket in front of me. I became intrigued as learned about “Pseudologia Fantastica”. AKA, pathological lying. Hmmmm…. interesting, indeed. Definite peanuts for thought.
It seems as though this psychosis can actually create a steadfast belief in the mind of it’s victims, that all they are saying is in fact the truth.
“Pseudologia fantastica may present as false memory syndrome, where the sufferer genuinely believes that fictitious events have taken place, regardless that these events are fantasies.” (1)
As the puddle-jumping aircraft toted myself and ten other passengers to our connecting flight in Los Angeles, the mind numbing drone of the engine propelled me into a rabbit hole toward the Twilight Zone.
If it is true that those suffering from Pseudologia fantastica often believe their own lies with absolute, unwavering conviction, could it be possible that none of what I have been posting is true? Could I actually have no husband, no children, no Broadway career, and most importantly no Sour Sienna?
My head was spinning! Who am I? What is life? What is reality? Does this blog exist?
Cue creepy “doo, doo, doo, doo” music.
Upon my supposed landing in Newark, NJ, I am going to request an immediate transport to the nearest mental ward for observation.
But, before I check in to my padded room in Belleview, shimmy into a straight jacket and allow them to administer shock-waves and electrodes to my brain, I will give you the update to my current “fantastica” reality.
Erin’s husband fetched my babies from the side of the road, and brought them to the safety of their home for a joyful play-date, fully serviced with Clifford the Big Red Dog, and strawberry pancakes. This sickly brain sure does conjure unbelievable friends!
Hubby was towed, along with the Sienna to the nearest Toyota Dealership to get the news that the transmission is completely irreparable. Gone. Kaput.
However, it seems that this malfunction slipped undetected, under the noses of the Toyota Warrantee Commission and is fully covered. Good news.
Although the two major components of the car are about to be brand spankin’ new, the Hogles no longer feel safe in the Sienna. Call us worry warts if you will.
Erin and her Husband have graciously lent us their second vehicle for the weekend. GALPIN Ford has agreed to pay for our rental car thereafter while we await the repair, and will be contacting us on Monday to discuss the possibility of saying a final farewell to Rocket. The Bottle Banning Baby fared perfectly well. She was still completely offended at the mere suggestion of milk in a bottle or cup, but ate lots of food, drank lots of water, and found no need to awaken during the night-time hours. Who needs Mommy?
If the hospital is unable to rehabilitate, I may have more stories for you.
(1) a b Dike CC, Baranoski M, Griffith EE (2005). “Pathological lying revisited”. The Journal of the American Academy of Psychiatry and the Law 33 (3): 342–9. PMID 16186198.
^ a b c d Dike, Charles C. (June 1, 2008). Pathological Lying: Symptom or Disease?. 25.