I did it again--I ordered something at a restaurant that I order frequently, and got the name wrong. The first time was a few weeks ago, when I ordered a mimosa at a local Mexican restaurant. I meant to order a chispas (very refreshing!) but the wrong word came out. And I didn't realize it until I got the drink. My husband and son said they wondered, since I never order mimosas there, but they didn't say anything when I ordered. Then last night, at our favorite steak place (our favorite restaurant, really--Ray's the Steaks), I ordered the usual--or so I thought. I always get filet mignon with blue cheese sauce--it's so good, it's hard to think about ordering anything else. But I asked for blue cheese dressing; the waiter repeated the order (now I know why--I'm probably the first person who asked for blue cheese dressing with their steak); my husband and son said nothing. Until my son and I got our steaks. He ordered blue cheese sauce with his steak, and I noticed his sauce looked darker than mine. That's when they told me I had ordered blue cheese dressing. They had wondered, but said nothing. I asked them to say something the next time I mess up an order.
Is this normal memory loss/confusion? The other day, I couldn't remember the name of my type of cancer, even though the word melanoma goes through my head hundreds of times each day now. When I tried to retrieve the name while talking to my husband, I couldn't.
I keep looking at this discoloration on my leg, wondering if it will turn into (or is) cancer. And the splotch on my face near the splotch that's melanoma. Will the surgeon cut that out while he's at it--it's so close to the spot he'll be removing, and it's starting to look more ominous to me.
Hostas, crape myrtle, magnolia, glossy abelia, spirea--names of plants in our yard that I have trouble remembering. I look at the plants and say the names over and over to help remember. Add melanoma to the list.
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