The next decade....what's in store?
Musings of a yamfooted traveller still trying to shake off those last 20 pounds as she treks across the Caribbean
Over the last couple of months, there have been a few incidents which made me start to wonder if I am beginning early onset of dementia and forgetfullness and all the things that being 'old' brings with it.
For example, I would put it in my brain that I had to tell somebody something. When I tell them what I wanted to tell them, they say that I've already told them that! Ok, so that might not be so bad.
But the following incident has got me concerned....
One day last week, I met a colleague making his way home saying he had forgotten his iron on at home and was going to turn it off. I laughed at his folly. When I reached home later that day, I was horrified to find that I too had left my iron plugged in for the whole day.
Ok, so that was bad and not so bad.
On Saturday afternoon I left home to camp out in the hotel for two days. I reached back home last night, Monday, to find my iron plugged in!
It's not the fact that it would have sent my electricity bill sky high for the month. Rather, it is the realization that the brain sometimes displays its age! Ginko Biloba? What other solutions are out there? Doing Soduku puzzles and crossword puzzles every day?
Dang this is scary!
Posted by yamfoot at October 10, 2006 09:44 AMThat's dangerous. That coulda started a fire. Ah heard on de radio that just a bit more Vit B-12 (or is it folate?!) in most diets would make us all far more mentally alert.
Posted by: Melody Piggy at October 11, 2006 01:43 PMGirl, that has nothing to do with getting old. I've been forgetting to plug out iron from I was a teenager in High School. That was the main reason my mother started buying automatic shut-off irons when I was in school and until this day, I only use irons with auto shut-off.
My friends tell me all the time that they've heard the stories I tell already, but it's not necessarily because I forgot I told them already, I just want to tell them again :)
What worries me though is this: I'm having a conversation with you, know where I want to go with the convo and then nothing. I can't remember the point I'm going to make, or why I started telling the story in the first place. That's so damn worrying, annoying, embarrassing.
The other day I went swimming by the stadium and panicked when I came out and didn't see my van. I reallly thought someone had stolen it, was walking around telling people that my van wasn't where I left it. Then remembered to my embarassment that I had parked it further up. Now that's worrying.
Posted by: gela at October 13, 2006 08:20 AM