I was 100 per cent sure of the date because the previous day I had taken my first Standardized Mini-Mental State Examination (SMMSE or MME for short).
The only question I missed was the date. (See the full test here.)
I knew the day of the week (which I often don’t), the month and the year, but I didn’t know it was the 21st. It was hardly suprising as I don’t keep track of the days of the week or the dates.
It doesn’t matter much if it’s Monday, Wednesday, Friday or Sunday. And it makes no difference whatsoever if it’s the 1st, 10th or 27th. I don’t hold on tight to dates and days. No need to.
I do hold on tenaciously to my values, hopes and dreams on the other hand. They are the cornerstones of my life. At the moment, I also have a relatively firm grip on many of my memories.
The day after I took my first test, I still recalled the two sets of words the nurse had told me to remember the previous day. The first group of three was: shirt, brown, honesty. The second group of five was: face, velvet, church, daisy, red.
There were three animals in the test: a lion, a hippopotamus and a camel. I had to draw a clock showing the hands at ten past eleven. I also drew a three dimensional cube.
Someday my memories will elude my grasp. But not on that day. And not today.