Today Neal and I went to a psychologist for testing as part of the process to apply for disability.
The woman at Social Security and the psychologist kept using the word "deficits." Usually I think of "deficits" in the context of budgets; I don't like the word when it's applied to me.
The doctor didn't have to search far for deficits: I couldn't say the year, although I explained that I could write it, and I did. The testing was very tiring, but it was interesting. It was the most thorough test of my memory since the stroke.
Although my pride was wounded, I think I'm a shoe-in for disability.
3 days ago