Interesting that you blather on here about it before calling a doctor.

Do you have a fever?

Nope.

No fever.

I was actually trying to write a client email when I realised I was writing very odd things. Thank god I didn't send that.

So I complain here after rining the Dr. Who must of course ring back Expensive specialists.

I'd love to get a hallucinatory email from you, if only to see what your weird little mind conjures up.

In any case, try to stay away from heavy machinery and online banking in the meantime.

The good sign, and I am being serious, is that you recognize it as an hallucination. Scarier when you start believing what you are experiencing. Make sure you are under supervision quickly.

Well, my dear MH, at first I didn't. I was writing a email to an important person and suddenly I realised that there was something wrong.

It really was frightening as I became very confused as to where I was, etc. and it took some thinking to find reality.

The bloody specialist never rang me back. Stupid American health care.

I think I should take myself offline. I am having episodes of not quite understanding where I am, this is a bit disconcernting. I think I may need my caretakers to intervene. Really very unpleasant and not amusing in the least.

Well, chemo can do funny things to the brain. Memory loss, for example. Temporary though.

"Chemo Brain"

It might just be a matter of getting a good night's sleep.

at least you have the excuse of drugs as to your halucinatory delusions.

i, on the other hand, have no such excuse.

You laugh Doug. It was not fun. eerie's link seems to lead to some hypotheses. My fucking Drs. never rang, bloody fucking American system and the motherfucking "services"

Speaking from experience, you have to make a pain in the ass of yourself. Anything suggesting you might be in danger of imminent death will usually elicit a call back - use the fear of malpractice suits to your advantage if needed. In my case, deep vein thrombosis symptoms were handy. Would have been more fun, though, if it hadn't actually turned out to be deep vein thrombosis.

My fucking Drs. never rang, bloody fucking American system and the motherfucking "services"

Look, you might as well have a little fun with this. Having called them up and informed them you are having hallucinations, you should now call them up and pretend to be having a hallucination. I'd choose a paranoid one but this is a matter of artistic choice, e.g.,

"Hi, This is Collounsbury. I'd like to speak to Dr. Wanker. It's urgent. It's about the Spam. It's still after me. What do you mean what spam? It's after me! You're part of it! SPAM IS NOT LAMB. LAMB IS HALAL!"

Then start screaming the shahada at the top of your lungs and rip the phone out of the wall.

That ought to get you a call back.

As I mentioned, plain old opiates can produce a serious sense of unreality in mentally healthy people. It wouldn't be surprising if it could go over into something psychotic. Technically, hallucinations are when you see or hear something that isn't really there. What you're describing sounds more like a "confusional state". Old people in unfamiliar surroundings like ICU's can get disoriented and say crazy stuff, but it is almost always something that reverses with a good night's sleep and visits from familiar people. It's worse in the evenings and occurs more with barbituates for sleep. So what you're describing isn't necessarily dire.

Some points to think about: any recent changes in meds, especially opiates? Any new sleeping meds? Any sleep-deprivation? Any change in diet, including water balance?

The unavailability of docs is part of modern medicine. They're not lacking in motivation to do a good job, but the system is polluted with fucked up incentives, a concept you seem to be familiar with.