The thing that kept running through my brain were that in order to keep their memories alive, I need to fight harder. I have been struggling with the fact that I can hear her voice but can't remember Grandma's face; that I've known Dirk for ~ 20 years, and I only remember bits and pieces of our friendship. And Martin - I clearly remember his face, his laugh, from DC, so how did I not remember that he'd moved to LA?
I had another episode of Transient Global Amnesia today - one that was so bad Mom commented on it while it was happening and I called the neurologist. Another appointment scheduled for 3/17/10 to do further testing, etc.
Finally, this post of
And our landlord probably thinks I'm an idiot. Numbers seem to be a big problem for me; I've written out checks for incorrect amounts and mailed them to the wrong address repeatedly. If I don't have T double check what I'm doing and I am having a brainless day (which I rarely notice until someone points it out) I can almost guarantee that I'll get the numbers wrong. I feel bad that I keep screwing things up; I'd really like a way to tell I'm having a bad day; better still I'd like to make these stop.