I went out with a friend tonight. And it was my job to cut out the coupons. Somehow, I cut out the wrong one, even though I was sure I read it right. Didn't find out till we got up to the cashier, too. This cannot be chalked up to just a mistake because I had severe audio processing problems at the restaurant. The cashier sounded like she was speaking a foreign language, and when she asked me a question, I didn't know what she was asking me. And then when they put my stuff on the tray, the guy, who was a different person than the cashier, asked me something and he, too, sounded like he was speaking a foreign language. Always a joy to find out you are worse than you think you are. When I get days like this, I really see how severely impaired I am. I am not well enough to function in the real world. I can't do it. Simply not well enough. And there doesn't seem to be a way to fix it. I have real neurological damage from this disease.