Once in a while I will go from one room in my apartment to the next, only to forget why. I wasn't too worried about this. Talking with others of my vintage and even younger, I find this is fairly common. But there were a couple of things lately that make me wonder if I have started on the downward slide toward total memory loss.
Today, Thursday, my grandson Chris is having surgery to repair damage to one of his fingers due to an accident at his place of work. (His mother, my daughter, called to tell me the surgery went well and is successful.) So yesterday, Wednesday, I called my daughter to find out how the surgery went. Daughter said I must have lost a day somewhere, for the surgery was the next day. I thanked her for giving me back my lost day and hung up the phone with the sound of her laughter ringing in my ear.
About suppertime yesterday Duane showed up with a club sandwich and fries from the little restaurant in our neighborhood. He knew I had been feeling a bit off all day so he brought my evening meal so I didn't need to cook. Bless him!
Anyway, while he was here I asked him if he had noticed any changes in my memory capabilities lately. I told him about calling his sister a day early for surgery results. And I said there was one other thing that made me wonder, but I couldn't remember what it was. He just laughed and said as far as he could tell, I still had all my marbles.
Later in the evening I messaged him on FB...
"The other thing was yesterday I couldn't remember how to work my apple peeler. Peeled all those apples by hand. Remembered how it worked this morning. Plink - plink - plink- the sound of marbles hitting the floor."
His response was a cartoon picture of some sort of little animal, rolling on the ground, laughing hysterically.
Deep, exaggerated Sigh along with a grin. :)
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