It’s becoming more and more apparent (and more and more horrifying – I didn’t think it things could get any worse), I’m taking a downward dip deeper into insanity. For a while there, I was walking the line – sometimes tumbling over briefly, most times striving to keep it together.
I can’t tell my right from my left. Which is particularly frightening when part of my responsibility as a podiatric medical assistant is to write-up patient pre-operative paper work and consent forms. It’s humiliating to ask the person, “Which foot is bothering you?” they tell me and I proceed to take the wrong shoe off. Or the doctor tells me to take an x-ray view and I take some other one instead. I could go on and on and on… (what are they thinking, having me train the new recruits?)
I can’t do the simplest of tasks without screwing it up. I tried to fax some paperwork today. I couldn’t understand why it didn’t go through. And then it hit me like an inspiration from heaven. I should hit the “start” button instead of the “stop” button. (but at least I’ve known that I can’t fax both sides of one paper at the same time for about a year now).
To my readers who have had a baby – do you remember how it was when you were pregnant? You were big and clumsy and just a bit more stupid? (or was this just me?) I’m feeling like that again except I’m not pregnant or big. I’m just clumsy and stupid.
I thought I just needed a vacation. My mind is tired. I thought I needed exercise to stir up energy. I had a vacation over memorial weekend – it didn’t help. I’ve been exercising – gasp! – it isn’t helping. Either I’ve got some disease or –
well – just keep on calling me Sistainsane.