(note: I started this post on 2/9, when I found myself leaving all these little stories in the comments section of a friend's blog and realized they belonged here. Then getting sick kind of distracted me)
Some people call them "brain farts". Or "senior moments." I know one person who says he suffers from "EASS - Early Alzheimer's Sufferer Syndrome." Whatever you want to call it, there have been quite a few of them this week.
It started Monday morning (2/7), when I wallowed in bed for an extra hour (I was *really* tired, honest) instead of getting up when my alarm went off. I didn't *need* to get up early, I told myself. My dr appt wasn't until 10, so as long as I was awake and functional by 8, I had time to take care of the dogs, feed me, spend some time reading Psalms/Proverbs, and still get some work done before heading to the doc.
On the way to the dr's office, I remembered that I had planned to stop at the post office and ship a package to a friend, and more importantly, that I needed to run down to the car dealership and give them the other key to the truck, and the factory radio so I could have my MP3 player back. Oops.
THEN.... I realized that I'd forgotten my new doctor's name. I knew what building his office was in, and was pretty sure he was on the 1st floor, but no idea what his name was. So I spent some time in the lobby, studying the building directory, until I found what I thought was his suite number. The name sounded familiar, so I strolled in and asked them if I had an appointment there (I did). So that ended well. :)
Left there at 11am, just in time to take part in my team's 11am conference call. So that was good. Ran some other errands, walked the dogs, visited with my sister on the phone, got my bp prescription filled, and was happily typing away on my computer when I realized it was 355, and I had a 430pm eye dr. appt.
So I run for my car, head up the road, trying desperately to remember where they said the office was. I was pretty certain it was on this particular road, but I didn't see anything that looked like it could be the right place. Finally, convinced I had overshot, I turned around and headed back. By now it's 420. The appointment's at 430, and I have new patient paperwork to fill out, as well. Ugh.
By 430, I've decided I'm on the wrong road entirely, and am thinking that I got their location confused with my new dentist's office (Fri appt). I made all the phone calls within 20 min of each other, so it was possible that all the directions had gotten fused together in my brain. And I didn't have their phone number with me, to call and ask. Ugh.
Finally realized I could call a friend and have her look them up. I did, and she did, and gave me their number. I called them, and found out I'd driven past them twice already (I had been on the correct road, after all). So I hustled back to them, and was 15 min late for my appointment but they saw me anyway. So that worked out ok.
So that was Monday. And what a Monday it was.
In my ever-insistent determination to find the positive aspect of things, I decided that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. After all, I now knew definitively where my dentist's office was, right?
Now, if I could just remember the dentist's name, and my appointment time, I'd be all set. (oops).
Note to self - don't spend 20 minutes on the phone with doctors, dentists and the like, scheduling appointments, because it all runs together.
The rest of the week went pretty well, until Wed. I was sitting in class, following along without a problem. Then it was break time, and I headed out to the bathroom. Walked across the lobby, into the other hallway, went into the first door on the left, and was slightly confused. Granted, it had been awhile since I'd been in this building, and used this bathroom, but I didn't remember it looking so spartan. Then I rounded the corner, and saw people standing up in front of the wall.
So I did an incredibly fast about-face, exited the mens' room, and entered the SECOND door on the left, after double-checking the door sign to make sure it really *was* the ladies' room.
Sheesh.
Now, on 2/27, looking back at that week, I realize that I was in the beginning stages of being sick. It was that Friday (2/11) that I started sneezing and sniffling. The onset, and the acceleration of it, happened so quickly that I have to believe that it was already festering in my system earlier in the week.
And I gotta tell ya - I am SO glad that I almost over it. I'd forgotten how miserable it was to be sick.
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