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Sunday, July 24, 2005
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One of the joys of Chronic Syndrome is impaired cognitive function. I'm very fortunate. I only experience occasional periods of true cognitive dysfunction - but boy when they hit, the wheels just fall off. This week, I'm experiencing the worst bout I've had in over a year. It's been bad - my dysfunction manifests itself by profound forgetfulness and an inability to stay focused - I literally lose track of where I am.
This week's two signature events occured on Wednesday and Thursday. On Wednesday I almost ran a red light - and by almost ran, I don't mean that the light had just changed. The light was red and had been red for a very long time. I saw the light, but the red didn't register. I was roaring up to the intersection going about 40 mph, when all at once, I realized that red meant STOP. I slammed on the breaks and managed to stop just before Henry entered into the intersection.
On Thursday, I misplaced my journal. Now, if I had to name the one thing that I would never ever lose, it would be my journal. It's also important to note, that I rarely misplace things or lose things. I have little systems, so I generally know where just about all of my stuff is at any point in time. However, when cognitive dysfunction shows up, the systems get blown to hell. And, I have lost my journal. I have searched high and low for it. It isn't at home. It isn't at work. At this point, the last place I remember having it in my possesion was at my speech therapy appointment. Their office is closed on Fridays, so I'm going first thing tomorrow morning. I hope it's there.
Of course if it's there, I really hope no one read it. sigh...
9:27:27 PM 
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I'm closing in on my 100th geocache, as a result I've been caching like a maniac for the past week - not bagging large numbers of caches. Instead doing some fun ones so that I can make the march to 100 memorable.
Late Friday afternoon, the Ski Boy, Alix, and Gunner and I did the mountain cache, Flattop. This was my second attempt at Flattop - and this time we approached it from the west side. Much better!!!! We had a very good time - even though it poured rain for part of the climb.
Yesterday morning, the Ski Boy and I did two fairly easy, low stress caches in here town - my legs were so trashed from Flattop, that they weren't up for much else. We then repaired to Cafe Amsterdam where I had one of my favorite breakfasts - French Toast and Beer! Yum - breakfast of champions!
Finally, today, I really took the plunge and did Touchdown. Touchdown is located high above Anchorage on a big glacier moraine locally known as the "Ball Field" because it looks like a giant football field. The climb up is extremely steep and long - tough duty for a wussy slat rat. However, I had a wild hair about doing this cache and nothing - not the Ski Boy, not rain, not anything was going to dissuade me from my mission. I had a blast - although I was certainly a slooooooow moving vehicle. The view was definitely worth the pain and suffering. Even though the Ball Field has a high suffering quotient, it has always been one of my favorites. I also figured that my days of climbing up to it were long gone. Which is one of the reasons I had this jones about doing it. I am so tired of not being able to do things that I'm to the point of saying "Fuck it all, I'm doing it anyway". We'll see how this new approach works out. But at least I'm having fun in the short term - of course I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning...
Anyhoo, I bagged Touchdown, and then very carefully made my way down on rubber slat rat legs. Actually, if the adventure had ended at the top, the whole thing would have been about right effort-wise. The trip down was made on a pretty empty tank. I was quite happy when I finally staggered back to the car!!!!
Touchdown was cache number 96!
Various caching adventure photos will be posted tomorrow.
9:13:21 PM
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