Jim was told to stop driving last April – 9 months ago.

He was told by the Geriatric Assessment doctor and now he has a chip on his shoulder about speaking to that particular doctor. This is not helped by the fact that this is also the doctor who “doesn’t understand how Jim’s brain works” as proven by his insistence of asking that stupid question each time he calls – the one question Jim cannot answer. (He answers all of the other ones, He just doesn’t realize his other answers aren’t necessarily correct either)

Two weeks ago was his 4-month follow-up which of course triggered Jim to dwell on the fact he couldn’t drive. He doesn’t mind not driving, he just hates the fact  he was forced to stop.

Since then, he’s been fixated on what will happen in September, when his driver’s license comes up for renewal.

He doesn’t grasp that the license will not be renewed. He fears they’ll ask him to take a road test when he hasn’t driven for weeks (note – weeks not 9 months) plus he’s fretting as if this will happen tomorrow instead of in September… 8 months away.

Now that he’s incorporated a future date into his fixation, I know this will not blow over easily.

Yippee (note sarcasm!)