There was a time, quite some a while back really… where I could easily look back a few days or some months and remember what happened. Over time, that ability has gradually dwindled without notice until a friend of mine asked me how my week was going so far.
After confirming – for the third time – that it was Wednesday, I told her it was great. Then, kind of offhanded, I told her that maybe I thought it was great because I couldn’t remember the last few days.
She asked what I meant, and I explained that I remember part of Saturday, but nothing after I got home. Then Sunday came, no clue what happened. I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing at all on Monday. Tuesday, I remembered clearly.
Even more disturbing is how many days in a row have been lost. I know something happened last week, but what all it was – no clue aside from the plumber coming. Any further back? No idea.
I was worried when I noticed I was having problems remembering if I ate breakfast or if I took my meds or if I brushed my teeth.
Now the problem has gotten a lot larger. I vaguely remembered on Sunday that I went to get my medication because I realized on Saturday that I had 0 pills left.
… Which is a first. Normally, I’m on top of my medications.
Not this time.
I also remembered that since the pharmacy opened a whole hour after I thought it was that I went to Subway to get breakfast and then doubled back for my meds. They told me it might be an hour, so I perched in the store and waited. Only for them to call me about 16 minutes later.
I got home and wasn’t sure if I was able to get to my Zoom meeting, so I sat and scratched my head for a bit and decided to go pick up my packages.
Brought ‘em home and assembled.
Monday was a complete blur… but my friend told me that I was on Zoom. She remembered hearing me. I confirmed it by checking a notebook I was using. Yesterday is clear, even though I had barely over 1 hour of sleep.
A friend asked to borrow my car for a few days. I told her that the front and back windows needed a wash.
She ended up washing the entire car. I also put in place my “shut off” for the cell phone. So after a certain time, my ability to use both browsers and my prime app are disabled.
The friend I spoke with today suggested I get one of those huge calendars from the Dollar Tree and start writing down bits here and there over what I did each day.
I don’t know if I should start feeling scared now or wait to see how much worse this can get.
~J. Lyst
I’m going to use some of my new notebooks to start writing down what I’m doing or have done that one day. So I can remember.
… The psychiatrist is not going to like this.
Hey, Miss J! 
Your Thoughts?