Unnerving
I don’t know if this has happened to you, but my experience this a.m. leaves me a bit shaken. I have my medications in containers by day and by time of day. Imagine my surprise on arising at 6:30 a.m., reaching for my Fri. dose, and discovering that the dose is missing… so now was today Friday or Sat.? A scrambling through my foggy brain assured me that I had no idea… so pulling out my other containers I determined that it was indeed Friday (none of those doses had been taken), and I had taken my Friday’s a.m. dose sometime in the middle of the night with no memory whatsoever of having done so.
I find this event an example of one of the few times I miss living with another person. I can’t just holler out, “What day is it?” because my cat doesn’t know. Nor can I discuss the merit of when to take the next dose of medication since I don’t know when I took the last. And then there’s the sleep-walking. Another person could turn me around and point me back to the bed, while my cat could care less (she has more of the bed while I’m gone).
These are not events I can discuss with my health provider since I hardly belong in some institution at the age of 61. But my nocternal wanderings indeed bother me. And locking up medications just increase the probability that I will forget to take them at the proper time–as in, “out of sight, out of mind!” No, I’m not out of my mind yet, but some days I have to pause and consider… am I?