Wednesday, August 20, 2008

I'm not lost. I just don't know where I am!

I'm driving home from the brain tumor support group meeting. My goal is to get from  there to the gym where I need to pick up my son from Tae Kwon Do class. I think I know a short cut, so I take it. I start my trip at 5:30 p.m.  I need to get to the gym by 6:45.  It should take me 20 minutes. 

About 30 minutes into my drive I have an epiphany:  I screwed up.  What could have been a short cut has been extended, due to the hugest of brain farts. I don't get to the gym until 6:40!

Such is the life of someone who has had her brain fried--deep fried to a crackly crunch.

Although to be fair  to myself, I had a similar episode before I knew about my tumor. I got lost trying to get somewhere, and my first impulse was to call my husband and scream "Where am I!"

I don't know where I am, but I know what I am--a lost little girl.


Yukon said...

that's the reason the GPS systems were invented. I am directionally impaired. I finally told my husband I needed one of those small, basic GPS deals just to save our marriage (you DO NOT want to be in the car with us when we are on vacation and I don't want to drive and all the squiggly lines on the map just merge together and I screw up directions so I don't want to navigate either!). I can say I just got one for my bday and I could have in no way gotten to the home I needed to get to to pick up our new dog -- or gotten home from there -- without it. I am a believer! Invest, it's worth it!

Eden Jones said...

Thanks Yukon. I think we will invest, and as always thanks for reading.