Cognitive Test

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My Dad asked me to get him a wreath to hang on the door at his place.  I picked one up and brought it to him.  While I was there his was in the middle of a therapy session with someone.  They were playing some game with tiles and numbers on it.  The therapist tried to get me to play along with them.  My Mom was going to play too.  Nope.  I told my Dad I'd hang the wreath and let them continue their therapy session.  The therapist didn't seem to like my resistance to participating in the number game.  

I wasn't about to put myself in a position to play a game when I have hard enough time remembering things and learning new games.  I don't want to look stupid because I can't remember the rules to the game and have to ask repeatedly to be able to play.

I don't play games anymore at home either.  There's this game called Quirkle where you match tiles with colors and symbols.  I've played it a handful of times and I don't understand it.  I'd rather look anti-social instead of cognitively impaired.

Cognitive testing will be a priority in 2025.  I've been putting it off since 2022.  I've had it scheduled twice and canceled both times.  In a way I don't want to know if something is wrong with me.  How would they treat it?  Another pill?  Nope.  

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