The Test

I have a test scheduled this morning. In fact, I’m here, thirty minutes early because I was afraid I’d get lost in the maze of hospital corridors. In some places, one must go down to go up, or maybe that’s only due to a screw up on my part.

My fingernails could use a trim. And some polish. That’s what I think as I sit waiting to be called back. They’re going to think I’m a doddering old lady. Maybe I won’t need the test to confirm it.

It’s a test of my memory, you see. Lately I’ve done a few things that have made me wonder. Made me nervous, in fact. So I scheduled a test with a neurologist.

And I haven’t known how to study for it. I thought of googling the Pythagorean theorem or the number of degrees in a triangle, but I doubt those questions will appear on this test. More’s the pity. I think I remember those well enough, even without google.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

15 thoughts on “The Test”

  1. My husband was hospitalized for this a few weeks ago–transitional memory loss. It is scary when your husband of 40+ years looks at you and says, ‘what’s your name?’ This happened before a few months ago and we were told if it happened again, head to the ER. After a 2-day stay, all tests came back just fine. We are awaiting a neuro appt as we speak. I am anxious to hear about this test you are having.

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    1. That had to be scary! In my case, I had three weird episodes. 1) I couldn’t remember how to operate the cruise control in my car. The car I use EVERY day. I keep trying to punch the button instead of toggling it. 2) In my way home from Tallahassee I realized I had no idea where I was. I’d missed my turn, driven about 10 miles on a different road, and then was uncertain about how to find my way back. 3) I literally forgot to merge onto a busy interstate. I’d gotten onto the d trance ramp and caught sight of something in the road below the interstate and forgot I needed to merge with traffic until I was about ten yards from hitting the guardrail. That’s the one that made me call the doctor.

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      1. Leslie–that is my worst nightmare–that something like this happens when my husband is driving. I hope your doctor is able to let you know something. Husband had EKG, EEG, MRI, CT, labs–he’s perfectly normal. Until he has no idea what my name is.

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  2. I had the same test. I was referred by my doc who gave me a mini-test first and when the results came back referred me to the Memory Disorders Clinic at TMH. I was so blue after the referral that my memory became worse, sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy. When you go back in a couple of weeks to hear the results and what they mean, I will be happy to go with you. Sit outside the door, or hold your hand. I think you are going to be pleasantly surprised at the outcome. You are an amazing person. Hold on. That is what the test is going to say. Oh! And I left a whole page of math undone. Deep breath.


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