It’s Friday which means we soon have FREEDOM from the weekday stress that all of us deal with unless we’re one of those freaky people who absolutely love their job every minute of every day. To those people, I hate you (not really, but kinda).
One thing I cannot escape in my life is the sticky note. They’re everywhere. At work my desk is cluttered with no less than (counting now) 11 sticky notes and that’s not including the four note pads on my desk with various reminders and to dos for the three businesses my employer owns. My home desk doesn’t look much different. I didn’t used to have this many sticky notes in my previous life. I used to have an AWESOME memory. When Kevin was at the height of his illness I could remember his dozen medications, dosage and distribution times without any reminders. I was his walking medical chart. Doctors came to me to ask what had been done rather than look through his cart (no exaggeration) full of charts.
Now I’m dumb. I’ve got a nasty case of Widow Brain and without sticky notes, I would probably forget 50% of everything I’m supposed to be doing. If you have ever been through a hard time, you’ll probably notice that afterwards your brain function is less than stellar. You see, it’ s not just me. It’s all of these people too. I’m not crazy, I just have widow brain (ok, maybe I’m a little crazy).
I can’t get away with using this excuse at work, but at least at the end of the day I know I’m not dumb, I’m not a ditz, I’m not completely insane, I just can’t remember sh*t.