This is the aggravating part.
I feel fine. I feel normal. But I can't remember things. Karla is constantly reminding me of things she told me only minutes earlier sometimes. And I keep forgetting that I'm not remembering things. I'm guessing this is just going to be the way of it through Christmas, but I'll try and be more careful.
I hate this.
I love good food, and I feel fine. And I miss eating out at restaurants. And worst of all the consequences don't seem all that bad, because I really don't notice them. But I guess they are.
Sigh.
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