Yesterday morning after having a few moments of forgetfulness...I started wondering just how early dementia can really set in. I thought forgetting about the new puppy that I had let out to pee was bad. Thankfully she reminded me 90 minutes later when I heard her scratching and whimpering outside my door. The poor pug had a confused look on her face and icicles hanging off her nose. I really didn't mean to forget about her, it just slipped my brain as I was busy getting Ben ready for the day. As I was preparing to leave for the afternoon my thought was, "what if I had left after letting her out? WHAT would have happened to her?" Then I packed my car with Ben and headed out the door to a luncheon with some Dartmouth nurses, an event that was planned a month ago. I was excited. The destination was over an hour away and so I had lots of time to think during my car ride. One of the thoughts that ran through my head on the way up there was "I wonder if my lunch group is getting together today?" You see, I have a group of friends that get together every week for lunch, most of the time it happens to be on a Wednesday. I hadn't heard from this group all week, and even if I had...I would have told them that I couldn't get together with them today because I already made plans a month ago to get together with these nurses. They would totally understand. And then my thoughts went elsewhere and before I knew it...I had arrived. The luncheon was GREAT! Ben and I had a fantastic time. We stayed for about 3 hours and then started driving home. 10 minutes or so into my drive I noticed that I had a voicemail. It was one of my lunch friends. She was calling to let me know that she was thinking of me. It made me smile. She's a really sweet lady and is always so considerate. I had a fleeting thought about our lunch group again and how it was Wednesday and that she called around noon time. BUT, she never mentioned lunch, so I figured she really WAS just thinking of me. How nice. I got home around 5pm, got my van stuck in the snowbank, ripped the elephant apart and hurt my back getting Ben into the house. When things were finally settled and people were where they were supposed to be, I sat down for a minute to check my email. One of my lunch friends that I'm friends with on Facebook wrote on my wall..."It's Wednesday...where are you?" Again I was thinking how thoughtful all my friends were to be thinking about ME on our typical lunch day. So I wrote back to her. I told her I had been up in Sunapee for the day, having lunch with some of my favorite nurses from Dartmouth, and how much fun it was. Then I logged off and started making dinner. Steve called knowing that we were short on groceries and asked me what I needed from the store. I gave him a quick list and hung up. About 20 mintues later he calls back. He was calling me because he happened to run into the same lunch friend that had written "Where are you? It's Wednesday!" on my wall. SHE informed Steve that I offered to host lunch this week at MY house...and so at noon, all of my friends were standing on MY doorstep, wondering where I was. GULP! It all came rushing back to me. As we were leaving LAST week's lunch, I told everyone that the next Wednesday we would have lunch at my house. SHOOT! How did I forget THAT??? I started replaying all of the events that took place that day over in my mind. NOW it made sense why Judy called me at noon to let me know that she was thinking of me...she was on my DOORSTEP, and it made sense why Trish was writing on my wall...subtlety reminding me that I had stood everyone up. Meanwhile, I'm totally TWO-TIMING my group, blissfully ignorant in Sunapee, eating yummy food and visiting with great people. I'm only 36. I'm feeling the dementia coming on. Somebody HELP me!Thursday, January 21, 2010
IGNORANCE IS BLISS
Yesterday morning after having a few moments of forgetfulness...I started wondering just how early dementia can really set in. I thought forgetting about the new puppy that I had let out to pee was bad. Thankfully she reminded me 90 minutes later when I heard her scratching and whimpering outside my door. The poor pug had a confused look on her face and icicles hanging off her nose. I really didn't mean to forget about her, it just slipped my brain as I was busy getting Ben ready for the day. As I was preparing to leave for the afternoon my thought was, "what if I had left after letting her out? WHAT would have happened to her?" Then I packed my car with Ben and headed out the door to a luncheon with some Dartmouth nurses, an event that was planned a month ago. I was excited. The destination was over an hour away and so I had lots of time to think during my car ride. One of the thoughts that ran through my head on the way up there was "I wonder if my lunch group is getting together today?" You see, I have a group of friends that get together every week for lunch, most of the time it happens to be on a Wednesday. I hadn't heard from this group all week, and even if I had...I would have told them that I couldn't get together with them today because I already made plans a month ago to get together with these nurses. They would totally understand. And then my thoughts went elsewhere and before I knew it...I had arrived. The luncheon was GREAT! Ben and I had a fantastic time. We stayed for about 3 hours and then started driving home. 10 minutes or so into my drive I noticed that I had a voicemail. It was one of my lunch friends. She was calling to let me know that she was thinking of me. It made me smile. She's a really sweet lady and is always so considerate. I had a fleeting thought about our lunch group again and how it was Wednesday and that she called around noon time. BUT, she never mentioned lunch, so I figured she really WAS just thinking of me. How nice. I got home around 5pm, got my van stuck in the snowbank, ripped the elephant apart and hurt my back getting Ben into the house. When things were finally settled and people were where they were supposed to be, I sat down for a minute to check my email. One of my lunch friends that I'm friends with on Facebook wrote on my wall..."It's Wednesday...where are you?" Again I was thinking how thoughtful all my friends were to be thinking about ME on our typical lunch day. So I wrote back to her. I told her I had been up in Sunapee for the day, having lunch with some of my favorite nurses from Dartmouth, and how much fun it was. Then I logged off and started making dinner. Steve called knowing that we were short on groceries and asked me what I needed from the store. I gave him a quick list and hung up. About 20 mintues later he calls back. He was calling me because he happened to run into the same lunch friend that had written "Where are you? It's Wednesday!" on my wall. SHE informed Steve that I offered to host lunch this week at MY house...and so at noon, all of my friends were standing on MY doorstep, wondering where I was. GULP! It all came rushing back to me. As we were leaving LAST week's lunch, I told everyone that the next Wednesday we would have lunch at my house. SHOOT! How did I forget THAT??? I started replaying all of the events that took place that day over in my mind. NOW it made sense why Judy called me at noon to let me know that she was thinking of me...she was on my DOORSTEP, and it made sense why Trish was writing on my wall...subtlety reminding me that I had stood everyone up. Meanwhile, I'm totally TWO-TIMING my group, blissfully ignorant in Sunapee, eating yummy food and visiting with great people. I'm only 36. I'm feeling the dementia coming on. Somebody HELP me!
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9 comments:
"bless your heart" isn't that was old people say? Well bless your heart--you are well on your way to DEPENDS!
but those glasses. those glasses take 10 years off your face! :)
Oh thanks for the laugh you made my day for being human. I love you and all your forgetfulness! Just don't forget we are coming to visit this summer.
Oh I'm LAUGHING!!! I would totally do something like that! I'm glad we all have forgetful days- it makes us all the more loveable-right?
You're destined to dementia, my dear. It's in your jeans. I mean genes.
Have your kids remember for you... now my kids come rushing at me almost daily with that panicked look on their faces asking "Did you remember _______________?!"
I like it to be them, and not me. It's not good for my heart.
(bless my heart)
PS. diggin' the side ponytail.
love the pic and the story...hilarious. Though of my sweet, very soft-spoken VY who called to remind me of her upcoming visit...after I spaced 2x. But then I'm older than you; closer to the brink!!
That's how you roll in Dementia Hampshire.
It's the ponytail. It's too heavy. Time for a trim ;-)
Dementia in your 30's must be an epidemic. I suffer from it as well. I dog my friends at least once a week (unintentionally). Just this morning my visiting teachers were on MY doorstep wondering where I was while at that moment I was at the gym feeling all proud of myself for getting there! This was the 2nd time I've dogged them this month, btw. I wish we could pop a pill or something to fix this horrible disease!
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