Chutzie, I hear you on the memory aspect. It is frustrating to not to be able to remember things. Like others parts of our lives that we have lost or are not in control of anymore, some of us make jokes about it to help as a coping mechanism. When we quit laughing or making comments, the pain and hurt from losing or the fear of losing our lives and identity has a way of sneeking back in. As I have shared before, At times when I am teaching, I can see the words but can't say them. Other times, I I know what I want to say but can't find the words, it is like they are lost somewhere.
I think this whole issue of loss of control is another area of the identity crisis that I deal with and from the post others do as well. We lose control over areas of our every day existence and that is difficult. Ability to travel, where we can sit, what jobs we can do, sleep, even how our body responds to the pain. We all like to have control over some of the areas of our lives. Our doctors even take control away from us. Insurance companies take control away from us. The list could go on and on for some time.
White Beard, I think the next time I have to go to the PMS, I will take a P & J sandwich and a bag of chips with me. When I hand them the brown bag I will hand them one with the lunch in it and wait for their response.