Special Problems

If you're going to read this, stop right now.  The artwork says "make this day special," and this day is already dwindling into the late afternoon hours.  You need to stop in your tracks and save this for tomorrow so's you really have a good launch at making that day special.  My day has been a very ordinary day so far, so I did nothing to make it special.  I slept about 2 hours last night.  That's not special, nor does it lend itself to making the day special.  I wasted the morning.  I can't remember what I did, but I know I must have pretty much wasted the morning because I have nothing to show for any effort I put forth.  Did you know I have memory problems?  Yes, I do.  Yep, I can't remember much of anything.  I'll try to give you the Cliff note version of my problem.  I have von Willibrands disease - sister to hemophilia.  Therefore, I bleed a good deal.  I try to stay away from surgery because nothing good ever comes from surgery when you have von Willy's.  I thought I had covered every last base for my last surgery, but as it turned out, I was allergic to the blood thickening agent I was given and suffered hyponatremia.  That's sodium loss.  And if you don't have enough sodium in your body, your brain can fry.  So my brain fried and I suffered memory loss.  My surgery was supposed to be an overnight, no big deal experience.  It turned into a five day ICU visit.  I was under watch for seizures.  Thankfully, seizures didn't happen.  That would have really made me mad, if I remembered to be mad.  I have no memory at all about this event.  I remember going into the hospital and I remember being at home 6 days later, but that's all.  Huzbin says he never left my side heh heh heh - how would I know?  Anyway, this little happening has changed a lot in my life.  I have a notebook in which I'm supposed to write down everything I'm scheduled to do.  All the time.  Every single event or chore that I do is supposed to be written in that notebook.  And sometimes I forget to make entries.  Then my life unravels and gets ugly.  My family gets agitated with me because I can't remember the smallest things.  It's really annoying.  Huzbin signed me up for Lumosity, but I can't remember to play it.  I can't remember names at all.  I know some of you are thinking the same thing, but my name problem is different.  I can be introduced over and over and I can't remember the name, unless I remembered the name pre-surgery.  Sometimes I can't pull up a face, either.   And you should hear me try to tell a story!  HA!  Trying to grasp names, words, places, objects in my scrambled eggbrain is sad.  Pity the person who has to listen to me talk.  Unfortunately, I've talked too much all my life (my report cards ALWAYS said "talks too much") and now, I think twice before I open my mouth.  Ooops!  That's a lie.  But then, ya'll already know I'm a liar.  I should say I NEED to think twice before I open my mouth.  And I'm getting better at that.  Sometimes it's embarrassing when I start to talk and can't remember what I'm talking about.  Mostly, I don't care because I'm so in love with myself.  Anyway, tomorrow, when you read this, make your day special!  Even if you can't remember what you're doing.  I really  do believe every day is special, even if you just lie around in your pajamas all day, eating chocolate cream pie.  Seriously, that's VERY special!!