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.
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.
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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