the world of gayeI WAS GOING TO WRITE A BLOG BUT I FORGOT !!
April 15th 2009 02:37
I was going to write this blog a few days ago but I forgot !! Truly, among all the other horrors that are taking place in the traitor that is my body, a failing memory is one of the worst. I can't figure out if it is normal or I am ready for placement in a nursing home.
I toddle in to the bank shaking with anticipation at withdrawing some money and having a mad splurge at the shops, I walk up to the teller smiling at her while she looks back at me with total boredom, she mumbles "can I help you" and then it happens.....I can't remember my pin number AHHHHHH. Where did it go? I know it's in me somewhere but the more I try to remember the more addled I become. What if I get mugged and they want my pin number I think? Do I look them in the eyes and say "you will have to excuse me...I'm menopausal and I can't remember it" as they bash my head in?
I can't spell properly anymore, I get halfway through typing something and have to change the word because I can't remember how to spell it. I'm considering going back to school, but kindergarten hasn't got any chairs big enough for my butt !!
Somebody wanted to know the suburb my son lived in the other night and I went red with the exertion, but I couldn't remember. I mean they didn't want to know the street...just the bloody suburb. What happens if I need him and I can never find him again? Evan...are out there somewhere?
I look at my mother going out the gate with the comb still stuck in her hair because she forgot to remove it, and think to myself "this is my future". I could write myself lots of notes but I would forget where I put them.
I read all the symptoms of menopause and saw forgetfulness among the hundreds of small deaths that take place during this wonderful period of a womans life, but didn't think it would mean I would need an identification tag and a homing device. What if gets worse?
I am terrified I am going to leave home with out my undies, I have heard this happens. Maybe this is what incontinence is........people don't loose control of thier bladders, they just forget to go to the tiolet.
So along with body parts moving to places where they don't belong, hot flushes from the neck up ( my body lives in Winter and my head lives in Summer), a developing limp because my hip has caved in and mood swings so bad they should have cast me in "Ones Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest", I now have to suffer the indignity of drain brain as well.
I want drugs to fix this.........I want botox to put everything back where it belongs and I want to remember where my son lives. Not to much to ask is it?
I toddle in to the bank shaking with anticipation at withdrawing some money and having a mad splurge at the shops, I walk up to the teller smiling at her while she looks back at me with total boredom, she mumbles "can I help you" and then it happens.....I can't remember my pin number AHHHHHH. Where did it go? I know it's in me somewhere but the more I try to remember the more addled I become. What if I get mugged and they want my pin number I think? Do I look them in the eyes and say "you will have to excuse me...I'm menopausal and I can't remember it" as they bash my head in?
I can't spell properly anymore, I get halfway through typing something and have to change the word because I can't remember how to spell it. I'm considering going back to school, but kindergarten hasn't got any chairs big enough for my butt !!
Somebody wanted to know the suburb my son lived in the other night and I went red with the exertion, but I couldn't remember. I mean they didn't want to know the street...just the bloody suburb. What happens if I need him and I can never find him again? Evan...are out there somewhere?
I look at my mother going out the gate with the comb still stuck in her hair because she forgot to remove it, and think to myself "this is my future". I could write myself lots of notes but I would forget where I put them.
I read all the symptoms of menopause and saw forgetfulness among the hundreds of small deaths that take place during this wonderful period of a womans life, but didn't think it would mean I would need an identification tag and a homing device. What if gets worse?
I am terrified I am going to leave home with out my undies, I have heard this happens. Maybe this is what incontinence is........people don't loose control of thier bladders, they just forget to go to the tiolet.
So along with body parts moving to places where they don't belong, hot flushes from the neck up ( my body lives in Winter and my head lives in Summer), a developing limp because my hip has caved in and mood swings so bad they should have cast me in "Ones Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest", I now have to suffer the indignity of drain brain as well.
I want drugs to fix this.........I want botox to put everything back where it belongs and I want to remember where my son lives. Not to much to ask is it?
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thanks for not commenting..LOL
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I'll use your suggestion if I remember !
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i look at my mum and see the future too . . . its full of anxiety!
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