Checking in…

A week between posts. I think this means that I’m feeling “normal,” or at least not particularly aware of symptoms this week. I’m going about my normal activities, strenuous and /or quiet, with in apparent awareness of anything out of order.  The one time I was made aware of my short-term memory problem, was when I phoned to make a massage appointment. I hadn’t looked in my date book, so I had “forgotten” that I had an appointment for the following day. The Chiropractor had suggested I have a massage before I come back to him in two weeks, and I was getting at it like a good doo-bee.

It was when the therapist asked me if I’d forgotten that I was coming tomorrow, that I opened my book, and there it was. Mildly embarrassing, and also a good reminder that my damaged brain is still showing its effects.

When the Dr. asked me about my Blue Cross card, I remember feeling totally blank inside. Do I have a Blue Cross card? Where is it? What have I done with it? At home, Beatrix assured me that I was a Blue Cross Senior member, but I had no clue about the card. We were about to phone them for anther card, when I had one of those nighttime memories. Just as I was settling down for the night, I “remembered” where I probably placed the card for safekeeping. Sure, enough, in the morning, there It was! So my memory fails regularly, and I need to keep track of that. It’s a useful reminder of the damage to my brain.

I’ve been frustrated recently that no one has been showing up for Tues/Thurs evening deep-water classes. So I bought my own float belt, and plasticized the workout regime contained in the booklet, and I’ve been going to the pool on my own to work out on those nights. I usually manage 40 minutes before I get too bored. But it is a start, and when the folks come back in the fall, I’ll be ready for them!

The work on the garage continues, only now there is a clear path to completion, and the end is actually I sight. When it’s done, the need for a hosing out of the garage will be imperative, and I’m glad I have the power washer, even if it takes awhile to use it.

I found preparing for next Sunday somewhat easier, being a bit more willing and able to focus on work for longer periods of time. However, this is the clearest indication that I shouldn’t try working steadily again. I don’t have the energy or focus for it. My mind wanders off, or wants to, after a short time. It’s a new experience for me, uncomfortable, and apparently persistent. I realize that I have to accommodate to it: it isn’t going away any time soon.

Quiet day ahead of me. Perhaps I’ll go to the pool to watch the swim meet; first, I’ll go back to bed. Great luxury, that, at 8:40 on a Saturday morning.