I went out to pick up a few things. Pull-ups, hand soap, milk, etc. (And to look at cheap-o microwaves, since mine is currently dead, and K-CUPS because my coffee machine is dead, and... I gave up.)
I also SPECIFICALLY went to pick up a new phone for the house. Specifically. Because, I am sure you can guess what happened to the last one, which was bought less than six months ago. Out of how many handsets we have how many left? Zero. And, the single corded phone in the one place it can be plugged into the Verizon thingie --- is not a good place for a seven year old with a chat problem. I figured why not? another cheap cordless, because it's going to get lost anyway. (You tell me, I turned this house upside down, the handsets are g o n e, gone.)
What did I forget? The phone. Entirely. Even on a list, POOF!
Although - Tristan was beyond distracting, and "OH NO MY BELLY HURTS I HAVE TO GO POTTY RIGHT NOW WHERE IS THE POTTY?" and we made it. Phew.
Getting out of the store alive was a goal, and we did it. But, I couldn't find my car. You have to understand the process in which I do things like... parking the car, now. I cannot just Park The Car.
I always park either AS CLOSE as I can or AS FAR AWAY as I can so that I can easily find the car since it's RIGHT THERE or easily remember that "Oh yeah, I DID park 1/4 mile away so that it would jog my memory when we leave the store."
Today? It's 15 degrees outside. I stepped out to find the car with a three year old and walked in circles. Truthfully, I am lucky I remember to leave out of the same door I came IN from, because that's even more fun, when I am on the wrong side of the lot. I looked up, down, over, around, and finally played the "meep meep" game with my alarm keychain. Found it! I got into the car and realized I forgot to buy what I went IN THE STORE FOR.
The phone? Just an example of life as I know it. I spend all day long like this. I get nothing accomplished without a list stapled to my FOREHEAD and velcro on my butt.
I swear to you -- trade me 150 pounds of excess fat -- I WANT MY BRAIN BACK. This is ridiculous. If I can't do simple things at 31, just put me in a home before I am 40. For those of you who might think this is OMGDRAMAAAAATIC... it's been a problem. My memory. I went to a neuropsychologist to begin with way back in.... 2006? I was diagnosed with a Cognitive Disorder of .... uh... memory. It's worse now. Much worse. The seizures and seizure medicine came after -- and I think have effected me negatively.
PS. It's not a simple case of CRS now, it's everything. "Did I turn the water on/off? Why is the door open? Was I supposed to be somewhere? How old is my husband? What's the phone number?" EVERYTHING. My brain is like a pasta strainer.
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