I've got one for PD, one for MS, an oncologist, a cardiologist, a dermatologist, a urologist, and a GP.
A while ago I had my one-year anniversary of the behavioral health exam. How time flies when you're constantly angry and frustrated. The behavioral checkup snuck up on me. I knew I had to see someone but wasn't sure which doctor it was.
So he says it's time to reassess my executive function problem. I'd been trying to memorize animals that start with the letter 'A'. That was a big part of the first exam last year. This time he starts by asking the date, year, who's the president, who was the previous president, what town are we in, etc.
I hadn't expected this and couldn't answer any of the questions. But he'd say, "The name starts with a B...." And I replied, Oh, Biden." "Then the letter T..." "Yeah, that's Trump. Trump the chump." At least I knew the town--Mystic--and the name of the clinic--Hartford Health--as he showed me drawings of various items for me to name. He showed a door knocker and I replied, "What knockers!" Then he showed a beaver and I couldn't name it. I told him it lives in underwater dens that cause flooding every Spring and has a tail that slaps the water to warn others of danger. Then he says it starts with a B and I cursed loudly before saying a Beaver.
So that's how it went for most of the exam Me cursing whenever I couldn't answer a question. At the end he says I did better in some areas and not so much in others. I wonder if I frightened him. He said he'd have to read the report from last year and add his findings for this year before submitting the final report.
Today I had a cancerous growth taken off my back. The surgeon was really chatty, constantly asking questions about where I'm from. how I got to Connecticut, did I miss my former life.