There’s age-induced memory loss and then there’s doctor’s office memory loss. I dread reaching the point when I have both at the same time. Or have I already? Shudder moment.
Still, sitting in the exam room, I had time to reflect on what I can’t remember. If that makes sense. So, how’d I get there? (I mean the reason.) It begins with another recovery and the joys of aging. I’m thankful my mind still runs sprints and marathons even if my body needs a tune-up. Tune-ups are fine, but at a certain point it becomes difficult to find parts. Guess I’ll keep going until I’m discontinued.
This time around my ailment, though long drawn-out because I was trying to fix it myself, was relatively minor. As much as my body reacts adversely to anti-depressants of any kind, it dearly loves antibiotics (if I was a cat I’d purr when I take them). Still, minor or not, I’m relieved to have staved off the infection. It was an infection that ravaged my lungs back in ’09-’10.
On a side note, the pills were a brilliant red. Quite pretty. I miss them already.
Anyway, I returned to the doc and was given a clean bill of health (separate from the bill that gave me a paper cut in the waiting room). I had a medication related question, but it took me several tries to remember it. She was in and out a lot, alternating with the nurse (I’ve never seen them at the same time…h’m). I finally resorted to holding the empty bottle. She asked me what I was holding because, of course, I’d forgotten I was holding anything.
Why does amnesia invade at such an important moment? Is it the rapid-fire Q&A that commences when the doc walks into the room, the same Q&A you just had with the nurse? Just nervousness? Medical magic tricks? Mind suppression technology hidden in the walls. Distraction when attempting to summon answers for unanticipated and highly technical questions the doctor summons with glee so we know the medical degree is real? My theories keep failing, as do my solutions.
People tell you to write your questions down. Great idea. I did that once. I forgot to remove the questions from my purse. Thus far my memory recall is 100% when driving home after the appointment. Maybe I need to drive to the appointment, back home, and back to the appointment again? Somehow I don’t think that’ll work. Even if I remember to try my questions on the nurse I’m told those are great questions for the doc. No! Don’t leave! She’ll work her mojo on me when she comes in and my brain will slip into sleep mode.
Regardless, I’m thankful I’m healed. I’m also grateful my overall health is the best it’s been in over 18 months. Walking is going well this year and I’m hopeful fire season won’t be as horrific as last year because we’ve had so much more rain in 2016.
Wow, the bad fire season was a year ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Go figure.