Thursday, August 23, 2007

Disoriented

You know you've reached a certain age when you wake up and can't remember what day it is... Until you get the pillbox and find out which is the next unopened day.

And all of my favorite coffee mugs have chips in them.

4 comments:

Maricello said...

If it makes you feel any better, I was a few minutes late to rehearsal last night because (1) I couldn't find my bag, (2) I couldn't find my keys, (3) I drove straight past our rehearsal location, and (4) after I turned around and headed back, I turned too early, into a restaurant parking lot, instead of the retirement home where we rehearse. At least we're still on this side of the retirement home.

PinkFluffySlippers said...

I have no luck with those daily pillboxes at all. Can never bring myself to invest the extra 2 minutes filling them up every week.

CelloGeek said...

yes, my equivalent act is to stride purposefully into another room, only to be unable to recall what it was that I was going to do once I got there.

Gottagopractice said...

Maricello, it sounds like you were seriously distracted. And Cellogeek, I cured my cello teacher's tendency to do the same by advising he say aloud the purpose for going to get something *before* departing the room. Distraction at work again, in all of our busy brains.

PFS, I hear ya. I still falter with optional stuff like vitamins, but find the peace-of-mind from knowing by looking at the box whether I've taken the stuff I must take daily (distraction again) worth it. The other thing that worked was keeping the bottle near where the box is and using the need for the first pill when the box is empty to trigger filling the boxes for the rest of the week. Since I had the bottle open at that point, anyway.