O.K. I confess, I have atleast 12 notebooks with to-do lists in them and have no clue what my duties were today! It has actually become amusing.

My last major dr's appt. I had three notebooks with me and there was a mis-communication about what I was there for. So I did some paper work and sat and filled out more lists and then the office manager nastily confronted me of when I should have been there.

Instead of informing her I had been sitting there the whole time I went into, oh dear I am lost panic mode. It finnally ended in me pulling out my cell phone looking at the time and telling her when I got there.
I had even rationalized are my clocks off? I think I even may have said "I'm not the lost one."

The lovely nurse who didn't realize I had an appt. appologized and we had a good laugh at how relieved I was that I wasn't lost, the last relapse did a number on me and well, sometimes I need some help staying on task.

I borrowed a sticky pad at the next appointment and between the papers and free nasal allergy crap, I couldn't keep it all in my hands. I finally laughed the last time and my dr said "you don't drive like this do you?" I ensured him I was having a clumbsy moment. I drive quite well and If I feel off, well I won't drive.

It's a funny language we with M.S. speak and we seem to understand each other or empathize. None of us chose to have our myelin become faulty.

So, notebooks. I guarantee there are many fine projects waiting when I find the right to-do list. I am so getting a cork board!