This year I'll be 44 and while I feel great physically, I'm starting to see my mental capacity starting to decline. I'm having a hard time accepting my lack of ability to multitask like I use to. 3 things going on at once is now my limit if not one toke over the line. I'm so use to being able to do so much that now to have a limit is really difficult for me.
Yesterday was the perfect example. We had our Fire fighter appreciation day here without any fire fighter showing up for any free stuff. I asked the secretaries if they wanted and free 10 minute massage since we had the time and they left heel marks on my forehead as they ran in the office. Anyway just trying to keep track of my stuff, the massage therapists, and then the office really knocked me for a loop. At the end of the day when the Comic came by to go to dinner I was forgetting to the lock the door. Having a hard time finishing thoughts. It was embarrassing.
The highlight of the day was when I was examining a new patient. I was checking muscle strength and both my arms were in use when I felt something in my nose. I could feel it was one of those dry flakes hanging in there. So my plan was to just wipe my nose as soon as I had use of my hands. Well it had another plan. It just dropped right out. I don't think the patient noticed, but I was mortified to say the least. At least it wasn't as bad as the doctor drooling on Larry David in Curb your Enthusiasm. This didn't touch anyone.
Close Encounters of the Caymanian Kind
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