Beth walks me into the ER and sets me down at the check-in desk before she goes back out to park. I still can't talk so I'm really just a wallflower at this point. When she returns, the registration ladies are asking her all about my name, date of birth, address, social security number..... Beth doesn't know all of that! Normally, most of that information would be in my wallet/purse. However, Clarissa was being clever earlier in the day and had put her driver's license and debit card in her pocket! You see, I'd stuck those cards in my pants pocket in case I would need them that evening when we went out for FCS Friendship Night. Crafty gal, aren't I? Meanwhile, back at the hospital- Beth tried to ask me what my birthday was and I would just respond with a confused smile. Sorry Beth, your guess is as good as mine! Even when I can talk again, I still didn't know the answers to these seemingly simple questions. It's kinda funny now but I was so frustrated ...