February 9, 2005
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Of Everything I’ve Lost. . . .
I miss my mind the most. Seriously. Okay, sometimes I miss having health insurance. Once in a great while I miss having cable TV. I used to have a pretty decent singing voice, now I sound like a raven with a chest cold–no biggie–I mostly only sang in the shower anyway, and I haven’t lived in a place with running water for like twenty years. I have lost my youthful strength and endurance–I used to work in a steel mill, for pete’s sake–so I can’t lift anything heavy. Big deal, I just sit down to pee. (rimshot!) But boy, do I miss my mind.
This was brought home to me–again!–just a few hours ago. I had gone to the bank to do some business-type business–process some credit card invoices and stuff–and I looked in a my wallet for a check that had been made payable to my business, so it had to go in my business account. I couldn’t find it. I spent the best part of an hour staving off panic when I remembered, I deposited the darn thing last week. Then I spent some time in my cabin looking for invoices and other important papers that turned up on the floor of my car.
As I was leaving my cabin on the way here, I remembered I had left the heater turned off after heating up some coffee–I can’t run my space heater the same time as I run the microwave oven lest I trip a circuit breaker. Then I remembered I had left my tribal tax papers in the cabin, I had intended to mail that stuff in today. Sigh.
One of these days, I have GOT to remember to start taking that stuff that is supposed to improve my memory. As soon as I find it, anyway.
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i like to pretend that bourbon helps curb memory loss.
That reminds me–I forgot to add in the blog that I don’t drink OR smoke dope any more, so I don’t have that excuse. . . .
Funny story about memory drugs… Waaay back before ginko was everywhere you looked, Mom and I were out at my grandparents’ house, along with one of her older sisters. For some reason, this particular aunt started into a story of this convent of nuns somewhere who were all positively ancient (or at least bordering on it), and still perfectly fine, mentally. She went on about this tea they drank, and how it kept their brains young. My grandfather asked what it was they used, and wouldn’t you know, my aunt couldn’t remember what it was called.
Great my memory is swiss cheese now i don’t even want to think about later.
next time you have an opportunity, get someone to check your carotid pulse. the brain does best with a regular air supply, i’ve heard. not sleeping properly – undiagnosed apnea, restless leg syndrome – can also cause – oh, i do not believe this, I’ve forgotten the term!!! - here, come to momma, yeah – cause cognative impairment. working out an iron-clad routine for handling things helps too, tho there can still be moments when things just fall away. can you tell i’ve done all this, needed to? i’m older than you a little… singing a lot for a few days, even a couple, can get your voice back if you don’t oversing…. there’s no reason to abandon that to age, nope.
all the best.
I can’t remember, and don’t want to, the times I’ve looked for my glasses through my glasses. I guess most of us have looked for our hat everywhere but on our head. The things one has to accept.