I'm discovering all sorts of ways that my newly decreased memory can embarrass me. It seems focused on mistaken identities. Today was the worst though.
A man walked into the therapy office and started asking about how a patient was doing, noting she is insistent on going home soon. I explained I hadn't seen her recently, started looking for paperwork, and politely asked if he was her son.
Turns out that this is how I met the medical director of the facility.......Duh.......
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