Courtney’s Journey
I know that I have talked about memory in a previous article, but it continues to be a central issue. The drugs that cure me are the same drugs that sometimes leave me clueless. It is very frustrating but after awhile, I have just learned to accept it. Today was a perfect example.
I looked at my calendar last night and noticed that it said that I was supposed to be at the Colts facility for a luncheon. The names on the calendar are prominent people who work at IU Health which is where I receive all my treatments. Unfortunately, I had no recollection of putting the info on my calendar. However, this has started to become the “norm”. Thus, I assume that I did not just make it up, and I was definitely supposed to get there. I drop my dog off at doggy daycare and head to the facility.
Of course the place is gated and it has a guy that you have to “get past” in order to gain an entry. Since I “think” I am supposed to be there, I give him my name and tell him that I am there for the luncheon . . . I must have sounded convincing as he opened the gate and sent me to the facility. I get out of the car and walk into the facility and I see the Colts players practicing. There’s a building right next to their practice area that holds luncheons and banquets so I assume that is where this luncheon is going to be held. Hmmm . . . I am not seeing anyone else that looks like me — a normal citizen. Everyone is either a coach or a player.
Thus, I walk back to my car, and I notice all the very nice vehicles in the parking lot. As a former car dealer, I am not usually impressed by vehicles. However, the parking area is filled with Corvettes, Hummers, Cadillacs, fancy trucks, etc. . . I decide that I should probably text my “contact” about the “event.” The “event” is actually in downtown Indianapolis. I am mad at myself that I messed up and ended up in the wrong place. I read my phone again and notice that it says key Colt people will be attending and it says it’s at the Colt facility; however, further down the text it actually names a downtown building. I am not sure how that happened. This is frustrating!
The worst part about this is that I have no memory of scheduling this event. I am so tired of taking meds that impair my memory. It is exhausting and it makes me nervous. On the positive side, I am somewhat impressed that I basically “talked my way” into practice . . . I guess it is kind of a funny story that shows that when you are “sure” about something, you can accomplish a lot.
On the other hand, I am hoping that the drugs that “counteract” my chemo drug will start to improve my memory and I will not have these issues going forward. On the bright side, you never know where you might end up when you “think you belong”.