I think I may be pushing my poor damaged brain to the limit. I've so much on my plate- all at once. My jobs are not fitting together as those I had pre this stroke. I used to be able to decide a direction and do several jobs in one location- such as north of my home. Now I no longer can; there isn't the flexibility I used to have. On any given day I must go north and south. Not too good with gas the price it is.
Working on getting money to fund my home. It's like getting blood from a stone. And even the home now is in the hands of a different dealership.
I'm supposed to be taking an extra pill for a month and somehow the time passes and I have to adjust the times or skip around; never had to.
Even my little dog caused concern. For some reason, she had a bad tummy and was "going" from both ends. I'm not even thinking of stepping in wrong places in the dark or the clean-up (must do a better job of this) Thank goodness, she seems better. Perhaps all of my troubles rubbed off on her. She seems to have the same personality as her "mom"- hyper.
With this and more, I'm trying to do "what I have to".
I have used an ATM for years. Remembering my PIN has never been a problem. Even if it was, I have it written down as I once read - as an address in my address book. I had to make a deposit and had to buy a box for a project, so I finally made my trip (a little distance from home) and started at the bank's ATM. Unlike the day before when I was making a withdrawal (forgot my deposit) I got a parking place right in front of the machine. I walked up to the machine and it "wasn't working" but there was no sign to this effect. So, I went up to a teller to get her to deposit my checks and mentioned that the ATM wasn't working. She said, let me check so I can get it fixed and outside we went. As she walked up, I said all I get is pictures and ads and she asks- "Where is your card?" The lightbulb exploded!. It was in my pocket and I never thought about having to put it in the machine. Now that is bad. I'd like to blame it on my problem, the extra pill's effect, anything.....then maybe, I'm just loosing it.
There is a thread of good news though. After 2 plus years, I see great improvement in my handwriting (usine my affected hand) I never had perfect penmanship but my signature looked like an adults not a second grader's. Guess we must find happiness where we can .....and can't "use" the ATM. Believe me, I was so embarrassed!