Scattered
Last night I stood in the kitchen with Chad and asked him if he thinks my brain is working okay. I had had two incidents in the past couple of days of not being able to think of simple words that I was trying to use. We faced each other by the sink, and my eyes filled with tears, and he joked and then gave me a quiz on things I should remember. The good news is that I could remember the model and make of my first car, the names of people we haven’t seen in years from our distant past, and who the president was when I was born. A few moments before, I was afraid I was losing my mind, but in true Chad fashion, he reassured me and made me laugh and proved to me that I’m not losing my memory quite yet.






