I saw a story online entitled Top 10 Ways to Improve Your Memory. I was going to open it up and see if there was anything useful there but then I got distracted by some email and I forgot to read the story. Seriously, I forgot.
Forgetting happens to me alot lately. I used to chalk it up to being too busy and having too many things on my mind. Now I’m wondering if what’s on my mind is that plaque that builds up and leads to Alzheimer’s. Can you floss your brain? I don’t mean to sound flippant – hey, my father had Alzheimer’s and my grandmother suffered from dementia so I think I can take a little liberty here. I figure there is at least a reasonable chance I may lose my marbles one of these days. And it’s frustrating as all get-out when you do stupid things daily and can’t remember stuff. Thank heavens I’m still finding this slightly amusing.
I was walking out of the garage to my car the other day. I had my keys w/the push-button-car-door-opener thingie in one hand and I was carrying the garage door opener in the other hand. Right as I got to the garage door I pushed the wrong button and instead of unlocking my car door I banged my head as the garage door came down. I’m not making this up. I forgot which button was in which hand. Pitiful.
Most people have pictures and magnets on their refrigerator. We have a small whiteboard on ours. Know what’s on it? I quote: “The liquid soap is under the sink in the half bath.” Do you know how many times Devoted Spouse and I have gone to refill the hand soap dispenser at the kitchen sink and couldn’t locate the huge refill bottle? Thousands of times, at least. Hence, the note on the whiteboard. Some day an archaeologist will dig deep enough in this area and make a tremendous discovery — 18 plastic bottles of hand cleaner, a sociological wonder. I’ll be danged if I can find them.
What truly irks me is I can remember. I just can’t remember during the course of a normal day. No, I have blinding flashes of the obvious around 3 am and by then what I have remembered has become useless crap. It’s almost funny.
EmmaLou, the Golden Destroyer, had a dental appointment Thursday morning. Recovering from a nasty bout of allergies, she has a counter full of medicine bottles with enormous pills she must take several times a day. But…no pills on the morning of the appointment – nor was she supposed to have breakfast. Doggie breakfast is the responsibility of Devoted Spouse (so I can stay in bed like a true queen should). D’ya know what I did the night before at oh about 2:30 am? I woke up, got out of bed, went downstairs, and proceeded to write large sticky notes to attach to EmmaLou’s food dish and in front of her pill bottles reminding Devoted Spouse not to feed her or give her pills. What is wrong with me? Somewhere in the icky plaque covered recesses of my brain a lone neuron fired at 2:30 am and sent a signal to me not to forget this. C’mon. I’m driving myself batty.
I had another example for you but it seems I’ve forgotten it for the moment…