Journal

According to my cognitive therapist, I'm supposed to be keeping a journal of what I do every day. This is supposed to help with my short-term memory. So, a list of my trips to the grocery store and drug store is what I've come to. My how the mighty have fallen - or maybe I overestimate how interesting I was before the accident. . . Anyway, my first cognitive therapy appointment is Thursday. I'm interested to see what sorts of drills she has to help me with my memory and attention span. I have to say, I really do feel better every day, but the short-term memory is still deficient. I went to Walgreens with Katy yesterday and came out with no idea where the car was. I can see how this would be a problem if I were to drive myself. It's also hard for me to gauge for myself whether I seem "normal." I feel pretty weird, so I wonder if I come across that way. My friend Kim assures me I don't, but she's my friend and is supposed to tell me that.

Well, Katy is here to take me on my big outing for the day - to my office to say hi to my co-workers. I'm also going to treat myself to a new pair of Pumas for my birthday, which is Saturday. Technically, I think I treated myself to a Life-Flight ride for my birthday present, but I don't remember it, so I don't think it counts.