Yesterday's swim was fabulous. I was greeted by so many of my swimming friends, hugs all around. And I actually got in a good workout. I had been afraid I wouldn't have the stamina for my full time, but I did, so that was great. My injured breast ached a bit afterward, but that's a minimal issue which I'm sure will resolve itself within a week or so.
I have an extended memory evaluation scheduled for next week (Thursday, to be precise). I'm not really worked up about it, but apparently DH and Chickie think I've been slipping ... badly. I guess I'll find out, and I don't mind advanced tests, etc but it's annoying in many respects. I feel - especially now that the appointment is coming closer - like I'm some amoeba on a slide. Every move I make, everything I say, every question I ask, is being analyzed and I'm (apparently) coming up short. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not as "on my game" as I have been in other years. But a lot of my efforts in finding products quickly on the shelving, etc has to do with the fact that the shelving has been seriously re-organized from top to bottom as we've been clearing out the basement warehouse and bringing everything up to the sales floor storage instead.
So, to get to the point, Chickie handed me a piece of paper yesterday that she will also give to DH to bring to my memory test evaluation next week Thursday. She's saying that my symptoms started 1-1/2 years ago with minor lapses here and there, but have increased to multiple daily incidents including not finding an item on the shelving, not remembering that we carried this or that item, issues with unusual sale procedures (such as adders or sale discounts), and not remembering tasks I'm asked to perform causing DH and Chickie to have to write everything down (a good idea in any case). Also, double-paying bills (yes, a couple of times at home), and losing files on my laptop. Well, the files on the laptop I'm disagreeing with - it's not that I lost the file, the file got corrupted. There were a few times when Chickie sat down to correct something and couldn't figure out what had happened either - *sigh*. And, apparently my lack of recall is causing me "severe frustration and agitation". Oh ... and I no longer remember customer names when I used to recall them immediately. Frankly, it's not the lack of recall that's causing me frustration, it's the constant feeling like I'm some amoeba under a slide that's causing me increased angst.
I'm chalking a LOT of this up to my high desire to be OUT of business and retired by now. I fully admit that I'd like to spend the last 20 years of my life cooking and writing and with my nose in a book. I also know I'm not quite as "up on my game" as I used to be, but that's because I really don't give a damn about the business any more. We were supposed to have been out of business several years ago, and DH dragged his feet. Well, maybe he's getting the message now.
So, on that semi-depressing note, I'm headed for the pool. At least I can't have issues about forgetting things while I'm swimming my laps. *sigh* Have an excellent Wednesday and I'll be back tomorrow. Slava Ukraini.
(I was going to get pics into this and wrap up a couple of things before heading to the pool, but looked at my watch and I had to get going. I just got back from a great swim, and I'm going to get my day started, so this is what you get for today's post - wordy, non-pictorial and late - LOL.)
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