Wait, weren't you talking about something completely different?

I have a dreadful memory.

There. It is said. Okay, I've probably said it a few times before, but I think it's time I said it again. I have an absolutely, completely and utterly, awful short term memory. I will often think of something I need to do, walk up the stairs, and have forgotten it by the time I reach the top. I have windows 7 on my computer, and so my desktop background is plastered with notes and reminders for me, and  I still don't remember to do many of the things. Ooh, hold on, I've just remembered I need to phone up for my prescription. Hold on.

Right. Done that. Also got sidetracked and forgot I was writing this blog for about twenty minutes. Honestly, I'm not trying to prove a point here. It just happens.

I've also managed to get less than a month away from the wedding and have made less than half of my dress. I'm hoping it will all magically come together at the last minute (and, in fairness, things often somehow work out that way for me - well, they always did at school, anyway), but the reality is that I am going to have quite a few late nights or long days sat at a sewing machine, and by the time the big day rolls around, I will probably be sick of the thing.

Still, I am getting there, and the obstacles that were holding me up (not having the shoes/supporting undergarments I needed in order to know my exact measurements for the day) are now sorted. I shall, I can exclusively reveal, be wearing ankle boots on my wedding day, on account of the fact I cannot walk in heels.

Also, I didn't have a seizure yesterday! I can now safely cross my fingers and hope that the wedding will be another one of those lovely seizure-free days. W is worried that the stress of the day will be too much for me, and that I'll have a seizure at the reception. While I'm of the opinion that, well, it beats having one in the registry office, I will admit that I'm just a little nervous about it all. I can handle the fact I'm getting married. I can handle standing in front of people and having to say stuff. Heck I can even (just about) handle being the centre of attention for a day. I really don't want to handle a seizure on top of it all. I'm only going to have one wedding day. I don't want epilepsy screwing it up. Please?

Oh yeah, I started by talking about my poor memory. Oops, I kind of segued that post a little, didn't I. See what I mean?