Short term memory loss calls for lots of tricks and work-arounds to figure out what the heck is going on in your world. For example, I'm sitting here looking at a package with a small birdhouse and wrapping paper in it. It took me a while to figure out that this was a Mother's Day gift, probably purchased by my dad for me to give my mom tomorrow. Maybe....? Except that just doesn't seem like the sort of gift he'd get for her, nor does he shop at the name of the venue mentioned on the bag.
I guess I'll have to check.
Every morning is like this, filled with lots of imponderables that I have to sleuth my way through. Why is this bag lying here? Did I get my sweater out for a reason? Why am I holding a toothbrush? These are the mysteries that occupy many of my thoughts these days. Supposedly all this dazedness is going to pass, as my treatments continue and as my brain adjusts to the various assaults that have been made upon it.
In the mean time, I'm trying to treat it as a whimsical chapter in my life that will cause me much amusement one day.
Actually, I find it pretty amusing now.
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