Remembering what we Forget

before i finished the last entry, i knew i was forgetting something. thin is i couldn't recall what it was, and if i keep on much longer i will forget again.
Idid ask my ex how long i was in the 1st hospital, and she said about a month.
i did some quick math in my head and knew this couldn't be true, so i said ' are you sure, a month?' she didn't seem so sure so i thunk on it for a bit and recalled that the day i left was some significant date. so, all i had to do was figure that date out and then knowing i was admitted on the 7th or so, i could easily deduce the amount of time for my stay in the first hospital.
my sister was here as well and suggested that the hospital keeps records, which i am sue is true and i am rather certain that i would be entitled to see them. but, i dont know how important it is to be dead on accurate at this juncture.
i came up with the date of feb. 14th, which seemed like a significant date and the 3 of us all thought that was a reasonable date, time enough for all the tests they did and such. 2 weeks.
the title of this post says alot about my condition. i forget things alot of the time. i was never good at remembeing birthdays and such,or actually, it would be more accurate to say, i was never good at remembering to acknowledge a persons bday by sending a card or such. John Kawie talks about it over at life is at the curb with his post thanks for the memories. pretty funny stuff that guy writes.
he uses post it notes and that would work for me but so far each time i've managed to think about writing something down, by the time i find paper and ink, i've forgotten what it was i wanted to write down. aint that funny.

usually its mundane stuff like forgetting to watch a television program i had made a mental note towatch. occasionally tho, its a tad more real, or surreal perhaps. just the other day i went to the bank but when i got there, i had forgotten why i was there, i sat i my car for about 10 minutes trying to figure out what the fuck to do. luckily a nice lady came over and helped me sort things out. she used common sense. since i was at a bank, most likely it was for the purpos of withdrawal or deposit. now i don't go to the bank to withdrawal money,hardly ever, so i was fairly sure that was not it. then we found my disability check in the passenger seat and poof, it came to me, was there to deposit my check, which is now st up for direct deposit.

i was at my parents house for a couple or so months after being disharged, no wait im getting ahead of myself. hospital to rehab, do not pass go, do not stop for a smoke. i'll have to figgur out the rest of the time frames some other time.