I’m losing my mind.
Without a doubt I am absolutely convinced that I’m losing my mind. Or perhaps I’ve already lost it and am now just realizing it? If that’s the case I’ll probably forget the realization before I fully realize what I’m forgetting.
Get that?
It’s bad enough that I keep forgetting to take my meds when I’m supposed to. Or the fact that I’ve honed the skill of tromping off to get something in another room only to forget what I was going to get by the time I got there to a fine art. But now not only do I forget what I came for but by the time I get back to where I was I’ve forgotten why I left in the first place. And I’m just waiting until the day I forget this is my own house, it can’t be far off at the rate I’m going that’s for sure.
And what’s put the icing on this cake of senility you might ask?
I sent a check off to our auto insurance company yesterday and today I realized that I had failed to write upon said check exactly who it was for. I wrote the correct date alright as well as the amount, signature and the correct account number but I utterly failed to write anything in “Pay to the order of” section of the check. On top of that the bloody check is late getting out and it’s a 3 day weekend so our insurance agent isn’t available until Tuesday.
I mean things are getting really bad lately. Someone asked me my name the other day–I asked them to give me a hint. Not only that but I was watching my wife’s quilt shop last week and tried to call home several times only to get a busy signal. Later that evening I was just about to open my mouth to ask my wife why the phone was off the hook all day when I realized that I had been dialing the shop number the whole time instead of our home number.
I’m lost.
I’ve gone to find myself.
If I arrive before I get back,
tell me to wait.
Somebody shoot me, okay? Just shoot me and be done with it. I’ll be 52 next month and I’m obviously well past senility and racing towards dementia. And the way things look right now I’m going to be a slobbering veg-head before I hit 55. Anyone know of a good home for the prematurely feeble minded?
What was I saying?
Don’t move. I’m on my way. I’ll call you as soon as I find
where was I? Oh yeah, looking for the GPS and car keys. You will still be next to the
Sixty – You make me feel so much better, thanks!
Hi Kirk ~ I was starting to get a little worried about this kind of stuff too. And then I got busy on the RE side and it turns out I can juggle all kinds of really important stuff with no hitches whatsoever. I’m gonna say that we tend to switch to “automatic” for these things you’re talking about – We omit to switch the brain on, because we’ve done it a million times before! I’ll bet you’re still great when it’s really important… Of course I could be wrong, but this is what I’m sticking with. It makes me feel better about “getting on in years.”
BTW, love the fact that your monkeys are back. I missed them.:-)
The senior moments we endure are nothing more than the side affects of our meds.
Fear not for you will remember the important things!
Denise – You’re much too kind. Keep it up!
I’m glad the monkeys are back myself. It’s always good to be surrounded by family don’t you think?
Celine – It could very well be or at least it’s one heck of an excuse. I did run out of one med for about a week when the VA failed to mail my refill to me (a very rare occasion). The workings of my mind didn’t seem to improve any but I could actually taste my food so that was something?
I feel your pain Kirk. I had an amazing short-term memory in my youth, but that is long gone as I approach the big Five-O. But hey, at least you had the check when you forgot to fill in the “Payable To” line. I’ve sent off snail-mail bills and forgotten to enclose the check entirely!
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Rick – Or perhaps wrote out two bills and put the checks into the wrong envelopes? Telephone company receives the check for the electricity and vise versa? Ask me how I know this. Better yet–don’t.