I've done a lot of things like hear or read the wrong thing. My husband could say something to me and I could literraly think he said Princess Di made brownies. It was that crazy. But the most profound thinf was what made me think I was having problems that might make me have to quit work.

I was am RN on a cardiac unit. Our main thing was have a patient come in with angina, send them for a cardiac catheterization and then treat as needed. Teaching was my favorite thing, whether it was nurses aide, nursing student, patient or family. I remember this patient coming back from his cath and he needed open heart surgery. The family was asking the names of our surgeons and I couldn't remember a single one of them. I had been an RN there for almost 30 years, had worked with the cardiologists and surgeons most of those years. Then I started forgetting names of the cardiac drugs the patients were taking. I would give the little cup of pills to the patients and he would ask me the names of his pills and I would give him this blank look. That's supposed to make my patients trust my teaching? But 'luckily' for me I had a big exacerbation right after all this happened and I never went back to work. So I never had to make that gut wrenching desicion of having to quit work.