Time for the Home?

 I'm feeling very much like the absent-minded professor these days.  Throughout the pandemic, I left the house only when absolutely necessary, and no one was allowed in.  I got used to my hermit existence.  When things began to loosen up just a bit, I began to try harder to get out.  

When I got my first COVID vaccine at the Hendricks County Fairgrounds--a place I know well--I exited the fairgrounds from a direction I wasn't used to.  Got confused when I understood that I was going the wrong way.  Scrambled my brain to get back on track, using the compass reading on my rearview car mirror.  Good grief!  For my second COVID shot at the same venue, I made sure I was on the right path to head home.  Guess what?  It doesn't take nearly as long to get home when you know where you're going!

Keeping track of my prescriptions, doctor appointments, and medical tests and screenings has become  an unpaid part-time job.  At one time, my prescriptions all expired at the same time.  Now, the schedule is all screwed up, so I have to keep checking the bottles to see when they expire and if a doctor's authorization is required.  Two of my doctors in my network are right here in Plainfield where I live.  The rest are in Avon at the IU West hospital.  To do the Plainfield visits, I only need 10 minutes' travel time.  The Avon ones require 45 minutes--20 to get there, and the rest to find handicapped parking and walking to the inside, including finding the offices.  I try to consolidate trips up there. 

My Primary Care Physician's office called this morning to tell me that an order had been placed for me to have a CT scan of my belly.  I am also overdue for a CT scan for my lungs.  Silly me, I called my pulmonologist's office to see if I could schedule both for the same time.  The gal informed me that the lung scan had already been scheduled for July 8th.  Well...darn!  I kinda thought I knew that, but couldn't remember when.  And then I looked at my weekly planner for July, and there it was!  Who knew to look at July??  It's gaslighting, I swear!  They are trying to make me think I'm crazy!

Last Wednesday, May 12th, was my son-in-law's birthday.  I've always been bumfuzzled about what to do for the young man, especially since he lives so far from me (Olympia, WA) and I never know how long things will take to get there.  I wrote a check to him on May 2nd, but didn't send it because...lazy, I guess.  So on the 12th, I scrambled to send him an online greeting and told my daughter that I was ashamed that the check wasn't in the mail yet.  When I signed off with her for the day, I told her to give the Birthday Boy a special hug from me.  She responded..."You do know that his birthday isn't until Monday, right?"  Whaaaat?  Why did I think his birthday was on the 12th when it was actually on the 17th??  And how stupid must I look to the young man for receiving an early online card, and the check STILL not in the mail?  <Groan>

A couple of weeks ago, I sent my daughter an email.  It got returned as undeliverable.  I had a typo in her email address.  Sheesh.  I sent my daughter another email with attachments for my Will and other end-of-life documents.  She never said a word about it.  Today, I asked her if she had any questions.  She didn't know what I was talking about.  It seems that I sent those documents to a very old AOL account, so they were delivered, but she likely would never have found them.  Ye gods!  

To be honest, I don't feel that I am at risk for the home yet, mentally.  I'm just not paying appropriate attention; however, it really does perturb me when I do stuff that makes it obvious that I'm not as sharp as I once was.  My heart is in the right place.  My brain isn't!

The final example of my cognitive dissonance is this very post.  You may notice that the fonts are all messed up.  I don't know what I did to cause it.  I tried and tried to fix it, all for naught, so what you see is what you get.  If lack of computer knowledge is a symptom of time for the "home", I'm done for!