It has started. Dementia, I mean. Went to my CAT scan appointment this afternoon, only to hear it was yesterday. Started to argue with the personnel in clinic, then realized it's true. Have to call tomorrow for a new appointment
Had some tests taken in lab Monday and yesterday. When coming home from lab yesterday, Angie asked why I came so early, didn't I go to my scan appointment, which according to her was also yesterday. I said a bit too arrogant that of course I know my appointments better, scan is tomorrow (today). So now I came back home with an apology and some flowers...
Mrs. told me if my memory is going to be like this, she buys a collar with a tag for name, phone number and address for me, so when I no longer find home, whoever finds me can at least call where she can pick me up.
Life is still good. Mac OSX still occasionally sux. Most of the time