I do it quite a bit. I'm addicted. I even do it in my sleep. Last night I went to bed in full knowledge, that I would awake in the morning and head off to downey to see my oncologist. This appointment was actually the rescheduling of a prior appointment I had missed months ago. (on a side note, I have yet to make it to this oncologist with out at least one rescheduling due to my memory lapses.) After months of forgetting to reschedule, last week I finally remembered and made the appointment. I've spent the last week remembering. If you would have asked me at any time through out the week, "Hey, K, what are you doing Friday morning?" I would not have hesitated to reply, "why, I have an appointment with my oncologist."
This morning I woke up feeling great. I kissed my lady good day from beneath my sheets as she headed off to work. After a half an hour stretching, rolling and threaming (thinking/dreaming) in my bed, I decided to move on with the day. I poured some coffee, and remembered: friday, streatsweeping; and ran out to move my car. I then enjoyed my brew, read the book and prused the internet before jumping into my joggers and heading out the door for my run. It was a good run and a beautiful day. About 50 min along the long beach with a cool breeze on my back. When I got home I rested with Mr. Potter and then played some solitaire with some cards left out on the kitchen table. Well I guess it's time for a shower.
"Sh__ , F___, You F___ing idiot. You are the stupidist motherf___er" This was all said aloud and quite loud and echoed against the bathroom walls. It was now 12:30 and I had missed my appointment.
What's so frustrating about forgetting things is that is seems so out of your control, and yet it is so completely your fault. Your are helpless against it, yet completely responsible for it. I guess sometimes it can just make you feel like the biggest F___ing idiot, and that's just never fun. I need a support group.
Because the office closes down from 12:00-2:00, I'll now have to wait until after 2:00 to reschedule. I'm hoping I don't forget.
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All this week I've had difficulty telling stories about good friends (close friends, mind you) because I can't remember the names of the people I'm telling the story about.
I think I have dementia. Is it to early for that excuse?
I had to give a presentation to a department within my company on wed. morning at 8am. I didn't forget the time or the date, but I simply assumed the location. I showed up to the location prepared and ready to knock their socks off. Story made short...wrong location, lots of panic, driving fast, running through hotels, showing up 5 minutes late. My issue isn't forgetting, but assuming which in this case made it seem as though I forgot. I hate that sh*t.
i forget things all. the. time. everyday. always. i feel your pain.
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