(which, to be perfectly honest, wouldn't exactly be difficult, as I was somewhat miserable it has to be said)
she also told me that I was "less scary" than I had been. . .
yours truly. . .
quite possibly. . . but not anymore - a few volts or milliamps to the brain a couple of times a week and smiles all around, eh
smiles masking the bewildered looks of "I can't quite remember. . . " everytime someone asks you something that you would have known a couple of weeks previously, that is
that's probably a small price to pay for a sunny/ier disposition, tho, wouldn't you say?
apparently it will come back in time - my memory; whether it will be accompanied by scowls or whether the disposition will remain bright, I wonder. . .
l0sing one's memory is very strange, because you can't remember what you have forgotten! so you don't know what you've forgotten until it becomes pertinent to a conversation, interaction or discourse; it must be a little like premature senility. . . only you're very aware of the issue
and things seem less important all of a sudden - whether that's my memory or The Treatment, I don't know
and it doesn't seem to matter, either!