There are things that I am used to with Rick's TBI. Forgetting things,such as the day,month,where he is (though that doesn't happen often),and how to do some things that he used to do.
Then,sometimes,he will forget something that he has never forgotten before,and it throws me.
Sunday, I was in bed all day with a migraine. He made me supper,and as I was eating he came in with a fork and knife.
" I am making myself eggs and toast," he said. "I want to cut up the toast, but I can't remember which hand to put the fork and knife in and how to cut it." I felt my heart drop. This was new,at least to me. If he had forgotten in the past,he never mentioned it,so he probably could bring himself to remember. Not this time.
I took the fork and knife from him and showed him how to hold them and cut with them.
" Oh,now I remember.I just couldn't figure out how to do it," he said.
I know he hates forgetting simple things,and can only imagine how he felt having to ask his wife how to cut food. I know I felt bad that he had to ask.