Archive for November 18, 2011

The Remembering Names Dilemma

I’m terrible at remembering the names of new people I meet and I feel bad about it (hell, half the time I don’t even remember seeing the face before, and that has gotten me into hot water with people). Even when I do think that I remember the name, I often question myself because I’ve been embarrassed in the past when I’ve called someone by the wrong name.

So, what’s a person to do when faced with such a dilemma? Gretchen Rubin, the author of The Happiness Project, published a blog post this week addressing this very issue. She has “Tips for Faking It,” not all of which I find very effective. They are:

  • You thought you knew, but you don’t

“I keep wanting to call you ‘David,’ but I know that’s not right.” – I’ve done this before, but I don’t think it’s the most graceful way to handle the situation. If someone said this to me, I would get the impression that they were actually recalling someone else. Not terribly offensive though.

  •  Fish it out of ‘em with flattery

“Hey, I’d love to get your card.” – The premise for this is stalling until you can see the person’s name on the card, and flattering them while you ask. A bit underhanded, IMO. I like to ask for a card at the end of a conversation.

“Wow, you have a terrific memory. I can’t believe you remember my name from that meeting six months ago. I can’t remember the names of people I met yesterday! So of course I have to ask you your name.” – Fine, tell ‘em they have a terrific memory and that you are flattered that they remembered yours. Leave all that other self-deprecating crap out though. It makes you look bad.

  • Claiming you know but have a temporary memory block  

 “I know I know your name, but I’m blanking right now.” – I really don’t like this one. I think it just sounds tacky, though I know I’ve said it to people before. Just say that you don’t remember.

 “Remind me—what’s your last name?” – The premise here is that if they say their first and last names in their reply, problem solved. This is kind of silly. Just ask what they like to be called in casual conversation.

  •  Let intros take their own course

“Hey,” you say to the person whose name you can’t remember, “let me introduce you to Pat Smith.” You introduce the two and say the name of the person whose name you remember. Almost always, the nameless person will volunteer his or her name. – I have to admit that I’ve done this too, especially when someone comes up before I can admit to my memory failure. But I don’t like it. I like to do introductions properly. It’s the polite thing to do. Ask the person their name and intro them first, then follow with the people you know. It’s less awkward that way.

Why all the games? Is it so terrible if we cannot remember someone’s name after a first meeting? I tend to meet several people per week and not see them again for several weeks or months. It’s natural to forget when you don’t have that interaction from day-to-day.

Though I do feel a bit bad when I forget a person’s name, however, I’m not offended at all when people don’t remember mine (unless, of course, we’ve known each other well for some time, in which case I’ll probably wonder what’s wrong more so than taking offense).

I’m curious, my readers, about what you do and feel in such situations?

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The Happiness Journal

It can be quite a challenge, especially if you’re battling chronic pain on a daily basis like I am, to concentrate on the positive aspects of your life rather than the negative. About a month ago, my husband Chris handed me a Moleskine notebook that he had begun writing in nearly three years to the day before. In it were two statements about things I had done that had made him feel good the day before, but then he had tucked the notebook away somewhere and it hadn’t resurfaced for use throughout our move to Phoenix from Columbus. As soon as I saw what was in the Moleskine with the Tom Bihn sticker on the front, my Happiness Journal was born.

I snagged that notebook from him and have been making daily entries about the joys in my life ever since. The point is to shove all of life’s bullshit as far away as possible and concentrate on only the good. Every day I think back to the day prior and find at least one thing that provided me with some happiness and record it under the date. There is always something.

The point of the Happiness Journal is to have something that I can turn to whenever I am in a funk or downright depression, those times when I think everything sucks, and be reminded of the good things that life has dealt to me. The notebook sits on my coffee table all of the time so that it is easy to remember to write in and read. It’s simple, only taking a couple of minutes per day to do, and it works.

This is a great time of year to start your own Happiness Journal with Thanksgiving right around the corner. A friend embarked on a similar project at the beginning of the month tracking daily the things that she is thankful for. According to her, the practice of recording the positive things has lifted her spirits as well.

So if you’re in need of a little reminder that good things do happen to you once in a while, start your own Happiness Journal in a notebook or online. If you do, please let me know how it works for you.

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OMG, Pills!

So, how is it that I’m suddenly back on the scene and able to do some good work again? Why, it’s the magic of modern medicine and chemistry, of course!

I’ve been taking a number of medications on a fairly regular basis for the better part of the last few years due to my spinal fusion and worsening joint and muscle pains throughout my body (in addition to several other symptoms, many stemming from the effects of chronic pain, I would think). This, however, is different.

After my physician at AZ Arthritis and Rheumatology Associates gave me my diagnosis last Friday (Hypermobility Syndrome & Central Sensitivity Syndrome), she looked at me and said, “would you rather take all the pills or feel like shit?”

I appreciated that kind of directness from my doc, and promptly chose the former. Since then, I have diligently been taking a daily regimen of 13 pills, including painkillers, anti-inflammatory meds, muscle relaxers, and some mental heath drugs thrown in to help the attitude) over 4 regular intervals. That’s a lot of freakin’ pills — 91 over the course of a week, and 364 in just one month. So I ordered one of these babies from Amazon, downloaded the Pillboxie app for my iPhone and got organized.

This feels really strange to me, because the last time I did this was when I was caring for a hospice patient.

BUT, I will say that it feels good! I’m no longer stressing myself out and worrying that I’m a pill junkie, for one thing. The doc has told me outright to take these meds regularly. Also, the consistent medication has had a positive effect on my symptoms so far.

So, if your doc gives you meds, for heaven’s sake, take them as directed. Consistently. Don’t give into the “pills are bad” stigma. Sure, there are some side effects (hello dry mouth and constipation), but my original complaints were much worse than those are. I’ll live with that. Hopefully, a very long time.

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