I have that disease, "Now what is it called again? Oh, that's right, Can't Remember Shit (CRS for short)." It is aggravating, infuriating even. I did it again today, I planned an extra work project around the schedule of my child who has a big ballet performance coming up in a couple of weeks, thus extra rehearsals that are not set in my mind, I planned everything around extra rehearsals for next week when really the extra rehearsals don't start until the week following. A number of phone calls, "Uh sorry, but I have CRS you see," later I got it straightened out. It is a good thing that I had those wonderful waking hours between 2:00 and 4:00 am that have become regular for me or I might have not remembered at all.
Credit for the CRS term goes to a friend of mine. She struggles with it too. In fact, just today, she left me a voicemail message and couldn't remember why she called. The funny part was that she was talking to herself and trying to work out why she called over the message. It has made me smile all morning. Yes, she does read this blog, maybe she will post a comment finally! These CRS struggles are good for me to see though, that way I don't feel like I am the only one.
It should also be mentioned that I am a consummate list maker. I have two calendars, one for home and one for the road in addition to my paper lists, I have found that there is more hope of me actually remembering something if I write it down. Even with this level of support I manage to double book myself or my kids, this is especially true when I am trying to fit in extra things to do at work. "Why do a do this? That's right, I suffer from CRS."