I keep losing track of time. I lost April in the mix. I'm getting worse; no question!! Yesterday I had two doctors appointments. Jane wrote them out on a piece of paper and taped it to my bathroom mirror. I carefully took note of them as I shaved then, when a friend came by at 11 am to pick me up, I instructed how to get to my second appointment. Once I found out my mistake, we dashed off for the second appointment but were too late. He gave me another appointment in 10 days.. Of course, I recognize this as Alzheimer's and feel awful about it. I guess I just accept the inevitability of it and let it go.
After that fiasco I've stayed home today. Jane's back is still acting up but an MRI has finally narrowed it down to a single ruptured disc. She's going back in to get cortisone injections starting tomorrow. Maybe she can get off the narcotics.