Work: Progress Report

I knew I had an project due on 2/28, but I just couldn't remember which project it was. So I sucked it up and emailed my pseudo-boss. This was not easy to do.

She replied that I should check out her email of 2/14, which I did. Okay. I still don't know where to go from there.

I have notes. I'll figure it out.

Meanwhile, my memory or lack thereof has been bothering me a lot lately. I went online to my insurer's web site and found the name of an apparently renowned neurologist who specializes in such things. In fact, Dr. Yeow has heard of him or knows him and heartily seconded the recommendation. (I realize I have a strong inclination to call this new doctor Doctor Who?.)

At first, the appointment was scheduled for the end of April, but an opening came up for about three weeks from now.

I hope to be told that this is all a figment of my imagination and that all I need to do is try harder. Or that my thyroid is messed up, that anything anywhere other than my brain has gone awry. Then again, I also expect to be told, "This is normal aging. Get over yourself." I would love to. Just give me a hint about how to keep track of things, dear Dr. W.

I worry sometimes that I'm one of those people who suffers good health, but the truth is that because I live on my own, I don't have anyone around to say, "Hey, your memory is kind of off these days", which I would deny heatedly. Or "Did you know you're limping a little?" which would send me back to the sciatica dr., who asked me if my legs were the same length. (My pithy reply was that they were both long enough to reach the ground.)

On the positive side, the floaters in my eyes seem to have largely settled downwards and it's a lucky thing that I don't feel compelled to stand on my head everyday. Or, for that matter, ever. And especially not on a surfboard.