This Is My Brain Not on Drugs.

It’s morning, it’s Wednesday, I don’t know the date. The tea kettle whistles. I enter the kitchen, remove the kettle from the stove, and grab a teabag from the counter near the stove. I walk six feet to the cupboard to get a cup. I find myself down the hall in the bathroom with a teabag in my hand.
I do not know why I am in the bathroom. Did I need something in here that pushed the thought of cup out of my working memory? I assume that I wanted to be in the bathroom. I decide to take my medication. I take three pills every morning (one is for Attention Deficit).
I swallow one pill and notice the teabag. I pick it up and then realize I need to take two more pills. As I put the teabag down I momentarily forget what I’m doing. Taking a pill yes, but have I taken them already or getting ready to? And why is there a teabag on the bathroom counter? I don’t hear the kettle whistling. Is the water hot yet? I swallow a pill and hope I haven’t taken any of them twice....