Clearly, we all get older. And recently, I have discovered personal indicators that remind me of it, all up close and personal.
I can no longer remember anything.
I used to have a great memory. Friends would actually use me to remember what happened to them -- that's how good it was -- I remembered for myself and for others! Now, I have to look up my Drivers License number.
Things have come to that.
The first shot across the bow was pregnancy. People always say that you kind of lose your mind when you are pregnant, forgetting things, etc., and my pregnancy was no exception. I guess my frustration is that no one ever told me that my mind was never coming back! Perhaps that would have been a good tidbit to know.
Evidence of my failing memory is everywhere:
I walk into a room to get something, and then inexplicably cannot remember what the hell I was going to retrieve.
Perhaps it's an errand, or a chore that I must remember to do. Unless I write a note and tape it in an obvious location, say my windshield, the errand or chore floats into the ozone, completely forgotten.
I even call my children the other's name -- my daughter my son's name and vice versa. Sometimes my husband is victim of this as well. Oy.
The other day I was told a funny acronym, that made me laugh, so I repeated it, hoping I would remember it. AMF, YoYo. ( = Adios Mother Fucker, you're on your own.)
Two minutes later, I have to ask what the acronym is again. Then, again, I repeat it. A little later, when I try to recall it, I come up blank.
I ask one more time to be reminded of what it stands for, and then I write it down. For without paper or pen, I'd be clueless, unable to share it here or anywhere.
I now always have lists, and alarms set on my phone to help keep me up to speed with what I should recall or be doing...
Uh, at least I think I do.
Who the hell remembers?