Life Points to Ponder

I got the shot. Not without some heroic driving through an elementary school parking lot on a rainy day 10 minutes before dismissal (a school serving about 650 children who apparently melt).

Seriously, I'm walking towards my car thinking "After all of this waiting the journey won't end right here will it? In the school parking lot? After I KILL the parents who parked in front of my car TODAY of all DAYS...but other parents saw me coming...parents who LOVE me... they ran to get the 3 blockers...and saved the day.
Saved the adoption.
Saved my clean criminal record.

So, on to my points to ponder...

1. Where is my brain? I rush to pick up the dog at the farm on my way home and leave his leash behind. We are not going to another farm. We are going to a town. A town with leash laws and neighbours I have freaked out on because they refuse to leash their dog.
2. Where is my brain? I get to the pharmacy (the CLINIC pharmacy), have the little refridgerate the ducarol speech, pay the bill and the lovely woman offers to refridegerate the ducarol while I get my shot and sit for the required 30 minutes where they make sure I'm not going to croak. I get the shot, wait 30 minutes and leave without the ducarol.
3. Where is my brain? The town CENTRE pharmacy calls me about 2 hours later to let me know the CLINIC pharmacy (you know, the affiliate) has dropped off the forgotten ducarol and I can pick it up until 8 pm. I think great, I head out (and on the way I stop and borrow a leash because the pharmacy is close so I'm walking the dog) and I walk to the CLINIC pharmacy because I HAVE NO BRAIN! Then I walk back, put the dog in the back seat, drive to the CENTRE pharmacy stopping at the mailbox on the way where I find a parcel ticket waiting for me. Yaaaaay. The day is improving. I love me some parcel goodness!!!!
4. Where is my brain? I rush in to the town CENTRE pharmacy, pick up the ducarol, no one laughs at me (to my face), browse at some lovely little hand cream gift packages that would be perfect for nanny gifts and head out to the car and home. Halfway home I remember the parcel ticket. Guess where one picks up parcels in little town? Did you guess the PHARMACY? Did you guess the CENTRE Pharmacy...at the exact desk where I was browsing through gift bags? So I went back.
5. Ouch! Where is my bloody brain already! The parcel is big. Pretty sure it isn't cloth diaper covers. Sort of 1 foot by 2 feet by 3 feet in an unmarked Toysrus box. By unmarked I mean it doesn't have a picture of the contents of the box on the outside of the box. They offer me a cart. Me? A cart? Do I look wussy or something? Me of big muscle but little brain heft the akward box and head on my merry way shoving open no less than 4 doors with my left arm. Um yeah. Got that shot on the left.

So now I'm home. Got my shot. Got my big parcel (which I'm dropping off at the shower destination tomorrow and am NOT opening it even though I really really want to). I even stopped at my local Tim H0rT0ns on the way home. Couldn't lift the left arm high enough to pay through the drive through window. This is when I knew. I have no brain.

I do want to preface this brainless post with a few details. Typically I am not brainless. Most businesses have generators to support their I.T. department when there is a power outage or a computer crisis...my school secretaries have me. I remember EVERYTHING! I know EVERYONE'S name. Like this imaginary but very likely scenario: I know that Abdul is in grade 1 in room 16 and was in room 12 last year and has 3 older siblings and 5 cousin-brothers attending the school and I know where each and every one of those siblings and cousin-brothers are in the building. I know his mother's name and his aunts' names. All 5 of his Aunts. 3 of the aunts went to the school 15 years ago and I remember their classes and thier brothers names and and and...

Scary really. And even scarier? Most of that information is intact. The day to day stuff like where did I park the car? Gone. There is an empty space where this short term stuff used to live. I know others who have completed adoptions in the last year of so. Not everyone seems to get it back.