Recently I was wasting time and enjoying it, I admit, watching an episode of The Big Bang Theory. My cell phone rang. I grabbed the remote to mute the television before answering my cell phone. I pushed the button. Sheldon’s voice still filled the room. I tried turning the TV off. No luck!
That’s when the disconcerting truth dawned. I was punching buttons on the house phone. No wonder I was having no success operating the TV.
At least I had the comforting knowledge that this episode probably wasn’t stroke-related. Husband Walter had done the same thing the week before.
That comfort was short-lived. Our bathroom is small and counter space limited. I have several different tubes of toothpaste in use and regularly scoop them up and corral them in a cup with our toothbrushes.
Yesterday morning I grabbed a tube and my toothbrush. At this stage in my stroke recovery, I use my knees to hold the tube in place while I squeeze my preferred gel tooth cleanser on to my brush. It is faster than prying my left hand open and fitting a tube into it. I started to unscrew the cap.
Oops! It was hemorrhoid ointment instead of toothpaste. All I can say is that I am thankful I realized my error before application. Yech!
The upside of these mental lapses is that hubby and I aren’t likely to run out of things to laugh about.
Have a wonderful Sunday and a great week!