Good news and bad news.
Good news first: The meeting is the 17th, not today. I didn't realize until after noon when I thought, "OMG, I think I never sent out the agenda!" I threw together the email distribution list, attached the agenda, took a final look at it before I hit SEND, and tada! the 17th.
The bad news: I am, apparently, losing my mind. I have been aware, for some time, that I haven't known what day of the week it is when I wake up, and that I remain unaware until I look at the dogs' pill containers and receive the advice that it is Monday morning, Tuesday morning, etc. The malady has progressed to not knowing one week from the next.
The further bad news: I have the whole week to dread a 5:30pm meeting next Monday.
Husband has helpfully noted, however, that I might get lucky and get hit by an airplane before then.
Ponder this:
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See the comment I just wrote on your former post as I offer the same advise here! Also, I rarely know the day of the week - however, I AM retired. Do not think of the 17th meeting until at least next Sunday! ANYTHING could happen until then - hopefully, nothing involving a plane. (I like your husband's sense of humor, though...)
Oh Heaven's to Betsy...no accidents please. I have found, seriously that when I don't focus I tend to be an air=head and so I try to really concentrate and focus.However, menopause has a lot to do with my forgetfulness and the reason why I want to put the milk in the cabinet rather than the fridge and why in the world did I walk into this room...ahh, well, things could be worse!
What day 'IS' today...see I don't keep track either, June, but like Barb...no need to.
June,
Sorry. It sucks and it will pass. Hugs.
Just make sure you keep on remembering to fill up the dog's medication box !
These little clues can be vital ..... and the dog probably appreciates it too .
Welcome to the Lost Marbles Club. When I was young, I could keep appointments without a calendar or diary; later, as I got older and (arguably) busier, I used to think that without my diary I wouldn't know who I was or where I lived, let alone what day of the week it was, or what was booked in for it! The only thing to be done is to write everything down and then refuse to worry about it when even that doesn't work!
One of my big fears is that I'll have a minor accident and be asked "What year is it?" and I won't be able to answer...not because I have a head injury, but because it's just not one of those pieces of information that I need to know so it doesn't stick with me.
As i get older I am increasingly grateful for the small blessings...like remembering where I parked my car at Costco, or finding it on the first lap.
Your husband has a wicked sense of humor! I have this neat little gadget called a cell phone that displays the time and date. I tend to rely on that...when I can FIND my phone. :)
Enjoy the gift of the extra time. And try not to worry about the meeting. Life's too short. (Heavens, I've no right to say that - I'm getting more and more anxious as I get older.) Scrub the aforementioned and be safe.
Heheheh - 'lost marbles club - thanks Rachel! Thats perfect. ;)
I carry around an old Palm agenda - my brain when I remember to check it.
What day as I wake up? I guess I cheat, as I come to I turn on the bedside radio. Bad news, weather report (I care not about traffic problems now) - AND the date and time...In short - I cheat. Grinning.. ATB! (Now where did I see that.........)
Have to marvel at the male perspective. So unfettered by frills or....tact. Hope it doesn't come to that and that you breezily sail through the meeting, instead.
OMG, the symptoms are actually of something serious?
I had begun to take them for normal. In fact, I had quite got used to the idea of lying in bed, before getting up, and playing the game of what day of the week this could possibly be.
I have developed all sorts of strategies to establish myself in the appropriate slot, most of them to do with treats, outings, TV programmes (I know, shame on me)
and finally, the date on the morning paper.
dates are the worst, if I didn't enter every last little thing in the diary I'd barely know the date of the next party.Come to think of it, that's a good outcome.
This commenting isn't working. It's 2.30 am here, I can't sleep but `i'm too dozy to type. 2 sleeping pills and a glass of sherry, you'd think that would work, wouldn't you.
What do you do for your insomnia? Any tips?
OMG, the symptoms are actually of something serious?
I had begun to take them for normal. In fact, I had quite got used to the idea of lying in bed, before getting up, and playing the game of what day of the week this could possibly be.
I have developed all sorts of strategies to establish myself in the appropriate slot, most of them to do with treats, outings, TV programmes (I know, shame on me)
and finally, the date on the morning paper.
dates are the worst, if I didn't enter every last little thing in the diary I'd barely know the date of the next party.Come to think of it, that's a good outcome.
This commenting isn't working. It's 2.30 am here, I can't sleep but `i'm too dozy to type. 2 sleeping pills and a glass of sherry, you'd think that would work, wouldn't you.
What do you do for your insomnia? Any tips?
Your husband cracks me up....so practical and comforting. Anymore you're more likely to get savaged by a rogue snowmobile than a plane.
I suppose you have to know what day it is....just so you don't go to work on your day off. My anxiety concerns why I set the alarm in the first place....
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