I had my annual yesterday. All is well. I feel like going to see Dr. B is like going for a little, friendly visit. However she asked me about my memory, which is slipping with to toddlers in the house. She promised by the time the small one is 5, I will get most of it back.
But apparently not yet.
The doc ordered some liver function labs to make sure a medication I am taking isn’t secretly turning me into a cockroach, and as she said good bye to me, I turned to walked away. By the time I got to the waiting room, I had totally forgotten that I had to go to the lab. So, I just walked out and went home.
Labs? What labs?
At least I had all of my clothes on when I left. I’m feeling pretty good about that!
Now, why am I here?