For about a week, Brad continually reminded me that he would be gone Monday night. He had to go back to visit the ol’ hometown, so he’d be leaving before I got home from work and wouldn’t return until late. Okay honey, I said, have fun. Every time he reminded me, I said that.
I got home from work Monday and thought it strange that Brad wasn’t home, but I didn’t think much of it. I even called him about something mundane and didn’t think to ask where he was. Running an errand I assumed.
I left to do yoga with a friend shortly after, and when she dropped me off a couple hours later (no we didn’t do yoga for two hours), I noticed our apartment was dark. Odd, I said to her, Brad isn’t home yet. That’s not like him, I frowned, I wonder where he is.
Yet I still didn’t give it much thought. After awhile I wasn’t feeling well, so I took some Excedrin PM, wrapped up in a blanket and laid on the couch. It was in my PM-induced haze, just as I was about to send Brad a text to ask where the hell he was, that it struck me. Oh yeah, I said in my head, he’s in Jackson!
I know my memory has been slipping the last few years. It really pisses me off actually. But in that moment I truly felt like an old lady. He told me numerous times! He was gone for hours! How could it take that long for my brain to dig around inside my head and dredge up that bit of information? I am very disappointed in my brain. And worried for it.
I hate getting old already.
OHMYGOD. i am having the same memory problems!!!!!!! stupid things that i used to always remember–if i don’t write them down, i’m a goner. inever even used to have a planner or anything, i just remembered what i had to remember. now i sometimes even forget meetings that i got emails about. i think you and i are in a similar spot right now though–lots going on to juggle, stress, etc. that can lead a person to bad memory, though the good news is that it’s temporary.
Hmmm…I noticed something similiar a few years back. It doesn’t go away though. At least, it hasn’t for me. I can’t remember local street names that I know I know. I about died when email was down for two days and I couldn’t get to my calendar. I didn’t have the first clue what was on it.
hmmmm ~ i am much older than you and this doesn’t happen all that much to me, however, i have noticed that when i am stressed or really busy, my memory clogs up on me … me thinks it is more related to your life right now and not your age … ahem, or that could be me wishful thinking ~ what was i talking about again?