Today's Date

"What is today's date?" seems to be the main inquiry of the mental health community. If I give the wrong answer, I might be declared insane. I could have told the psychiatrist, "Last night I ate a live raccoon for dinner". With this he'd have no problem, as long as I knew the correct date. It's ironic. In my BS (before stroke) life, I wouldn't have known the date unless I looked on one of my many devices. My brain was filled with more pressing concerns. Knowing the date has now become the bane of my existence.