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A few days ago, my wife took me to see the first of many appointments, I presume, to diagnose what the cause of my memory loss is. The doctor was short, female and brilliant. She was amazing. Her staff, however, leaves something to be desired.

The appointment itself was more than degrading. The doctor asked me questions and I would ,more often than not, give incorrect information or less than complete information. My wife quickly corrected me and the doctor got the information she required. I guess that is the purpose of a consultative appointment in the first place, so there it is.

It was so funny. The doctor would ask a question expecting a yes or no answer. My wife, brilliant in her own rite, would want to either correct me or set the record straight and give very comprehensive answers clearly not required by the physician. I know she loves me and she could see the doctor was going down the same diagnostic path as doctors in the past. Depression, anxiety, these are a couple of common issues of men my age. These diagnoses are likely not the issue.

I like her. She gave my a ton of paper. Drugs, tests and blood work. All are due in her office by the end of the month to help her diagnose my issue. Good luck. I hope she comes up with something. It's getting progressively worse.

Today I visited my father. He has Alzheimer's Disease. He was diagnosed years ago and is doing tremendously well. If I have this disease and I get the same treatment he has received, I think I'll be in good shape.The drugs he is taking are many, but as long as he takes them, he has more good days than bad.
Today was not a good day for me. I am a little nervous about my wife coming home. I don't know why. Driving was a little challenging. I was fearful about getting into an accident with the kids so I left a mile when pulling out into traffic. Directions weren't a problem today at least. Operation of the car is almost never an issue. It was once and it freaked my wife out a little.

I had to laugh at my mother yesterday. I helped he choose a door at Lowe's yesterday. We left there and agreed to meet at Foster's Grill just down the street. It took me a while to find it, I passed it three times. Anyway while sitting there she says to me and my father, "Remind me to" (she had to do something after lunch. I am not sure at this point what that something was. I just found it hilarious she uttered those words to me and my father. THIS IS NOT ALZHEIMER"S DISEASE!! Even though both my father and grandfather had it. It's something related to my Epilepsy. I just know it.