I remember taking my morning medications–I know I did! I clearly recall going to the pill box, opening the appropriate container and swallowing the darn things. I even remember the bitter taste as that little white one immediately dissolved on my my mouth before I had a chance to throw some water into the mix and doing that swallow thing.
The problem is that the damn pills are still there in the pill box. And there are no other pills missing in, other words, I remember what didn’t happen.
You hear about the onset of Alzheimer’s in some older folks, even a few still in their fifties but I seem to have the onset of the reverse. Clearly recalling things that didn’t happen.
“Did you buy the lottery ticket?”, asks my wife. “Yup”, says I. Uh…er…no, it seems I didn’t after all. But I know I did. I know I opened the garage door, backed my Jeep out to the end of the driveway (I distinctly recall the pain in my upper back as I turned my head to see if the road was clear), the drive to the midi-mart, buying the ticket, chatting up the young thing behind the counter and coming home, realizing I better eat lunch so I can get over to the store to relieve my wife for the afternoon.
But the ticket was never bought. Even though I remember buying it. And the above two examples are hardly the only incidents of late. I clearly remember where something is, even when it was put there–but it wasn’t there and it didn’t happen. I remember the color of the old Sears riding mower that’s still out in the backyard covered by a tarp. It’s dark green. I know it is–but it’s actually gray (slaps self on forehead).
So what is this now? Am I living two very similar parallel lives all of a sudden and not being able to tell the difference between the happenings in one or the other? Am I living with two nearly identical wives in two different timelines? Does this constitute adultery? Or is this some sort of reverse Alzheimer’s that increases my memory so far that I’m now seeing things that happened in other timelines? And here I’ve always had trouble remembering my own phone number…or breakfast…or the name of my cat…or…
What was I saying now? Did I actually say it? Or did I say it in some other dimension? Is this some kind of dimensia? (misspelled properly but I wonder how many people will actually get it)
And how the hell do I stop writing this post…
…that I might not have actually written…
…if I actually remember writing it?