I've noticed that even when I seem fine on the outside, my brain is not functioning normally. I'm scattered - I have trouble following conversations - or simple directions. For example:
* I took a bath, washed my hair, dried off and then realized that I hadn't rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. Back in the bath for me.
* Leaving the house to meet Scott and his boys for lunch today, I looked at the hook where my keys usually hang - not there. Looked around the kitchen - didn't see them.
"Hey Michael. Have you seen my keys," I asked.
"They're in your hand. I just handed them to you.," Michael laughed.
Looking at my left hand... "Oh right! Thank you. I'm sorry."
* I used my mobility scooter for a doctor's appointment - got off the scooter to go into the office - walked away and left the key in the scooter and the power on. Never happens.
* When I sit, if my oxygen level stays up, I'm able to remove the cannula and sit with no oxygen. More than once I've gotten up and walked part way (or once... all the way) to another room before I realized I forgot the oxygen. Not good.
* Several times I've asked Michael to bring me a couple of Tylenol while he was in the kitchen. It looked like this - three times - on different days...
"Hey Michael. While you're out there, would you mind grabbing me a couple Tylenol, please?"
"Sure." (Michael never says "no")
Several minutes later: "Michael, did I ask you to grab a couple Tylenol - or did I just think I asked you? I don't remember."
Michael answers kindly (as if part of me is not missing), "I brought the Tylenol and you took it - five minutes ago."
Each time tears well up and I wonder I'll ever be right again.
* I took a bath, washed my hair, dried off and then realized that I hadn't rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. Back in the bath for me.
* Leaving the house to meet Scott and his boys for lunch today, I looked at the hook where my keys usually hang - not there. Looked around the kitchen - didn't see them.
"Hey Michael. Have you seen my keys," I asked.
"They're in your hand. I just handed them to you.," Michael laughed.
Looking at my left hand... "Oh right! Thank you. I'm sorry."
* I used my mobility scooter for a doctor's appointment - got off the scooter to go into the office - walked away and left the key in the scooter and the power on. Never happens.
* When I sit, if my oxygen level stays up, I'm able to remove the cannula and sit with no oxygen. More than once I've gotten up and walked part way (or once... all the way) to another room before I realized I forgot the oxygen. Not good.
* Several times I've asked Michael to bring me a couple of Tylenol while he was in the kitchen. It looked like this - three times - on different days...
"Hey Michael. While you're out there, would you mind grabbing me a couple Tylenol, please?"
"Sure." (Michael never says "no")
Several minutes later: "Michael, did I ask you to grab a couple Tylenol - or did I just think I asked you? I don't remember."
Michael answers kindly (as if part of me is not missing), "I brought the Tylenol and you took it - five minutes ago."
Each time tears well up and I wonder I'll ever be right again.
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