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Glo Cares

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Touching story.

So, over the last few years, I am beginning to forget words.  People tell me that this is a normal part of aging, but being the crossword enthusiast I am, it's terribly frustrating for me.  I can be mid-conversation and not be able to form a specific word that I want.

Then, over the past four months, I have been crazy busy.  Like so busy, I don't even have time to post, or do genealogy, two of my favorite things.  I have been forgetting more things than words.

I forget where I parked my car in the Target parking lot.

I can't even remember if I actually parked my car in the Target parking lot.

I forget that I had Glo mail a letter to Ethan and consequently spend 10 minutes looking for it in the house. When I realize that it's in the mailbox, I don't remember how it got there.

When I'm sending out bulk emails to the youth leaders in our stake (as the Stake YW secretary--my fifth calling in the church at the moment), I forget to send it to the ward bishoprics and presidencies, and it doesn't get announced from the pulpit.

I could go on, and on.

John says that my brain is just too full.  I do more in one day than the average Joe does in a week, or that's what John says.  It's no wonder that I can't remember everything.

I have jokingly said that I'm developing Alzheimer's, and in all honesty, I've looked up the symptoms to try and self-diagnose.

Well Glo, being the Mini-Me that she is, took my worries to heart.  She got on the computer and researched the disease.  When I walked in the door last night from going out to eat with John (while he was on call in Lockhaven), she insisted that I did, in fact, NOT have Alzheimer's.  She then proceeded to rattle off how she knew this fact.

I don't leave my keys in the blender.

I don't have trouble speaking (to which I replied, "Eally, Glo, I ron't have croblems peaking?")

I don't forget things two minutes after they happen.  Wait, what was that symptom?

And the best.  I don't mess up words.

I had to take issue with that one.  I can't even remember words.  Glo looked me square in the eye (with her eyes bulging a big) and said, "Really, Mommy?  You can't remember words like I, and she, and have?  You just can't always remember really smart words.  That's not a problem."

At this point, I do remember that I have encouraged Glo to become a doctor.  Her powers of reasoning and deduction are astounding.

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  1. John KennedyNovember 29, 2011 at 5:18 PM

    Thank goodness a fellow medical professional, Dr. Glo helped Mommy know she does indeed just have a full brain and not Alzheimer's dz. Good job Dr. Glo!

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