As we age, our memory becomes spotty. Especially short-term, it seems. I often find myself wondering what I had just planned to do. The other day, for instance, I clicked open my browser and then drew a blank as to why. And it's odd that I can remember that feeling and no longer know what I was about to do... And yet it came to me what it was that I intended to do but now I have forgotten that.
This is why this particular Pickles comic strip seemed so poignant.
Back during my not-yet-retired years, I had a supervisor in his fifties who would invariably forget what he had left the room to do. This happened so often that we began to suspect his mind was being "wiped" by passing through the metal framed doorway.
Because my mother suffered from Alzheimer's, I fear it. This makes me worry every time something slips my mind. And so, I fall back on this:
If you forget where you put the keys to your car, that's no big deal. But if you forget you own a car, you are in big trouble.
2 comments:
Hah, good point and I love the comic strip. But there's one more thing that needs to be said. It's very important. It is, uh ... er ... ah ... well, you know ...
I am reminded that there are three things you lose with age: Memory.... and I forget the other two...
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