I had a beautiful short term memory once. Tell me something one time and I owned it. Directions? Fuggetaboutit I could always find my way around. Reading comprehension that was tested (back in the day) as the top 3% in the nation. Photograp
Do my beloved synapses spurn their axon lovers and decide to just go solo with lube and rubber gloves? Why are my reuptake receptor sites being inhibited to the point of idiocy?
My lovely dendrites are wilting and have left to find greener pastures (like how to produce one long strand of hair on my neck that I could wrap around like a choker necklace except it’s blonde and you can’t see it)
Why oh why have you deserted me my myelin sheath? Nodes of Ranvier you’ve left me high and dry with no nubs… to rub. My axon hill(c)ock is flaccid and no amount of viagra will fix that shit.
I miss you so and need you back. I’ll do anything. Even make lists. I hate lists. But I’ll make these dreaded to-do and “don’t forget this you dumb ass” lists just so you’ll stay.
I promise. Please come home. I need you. I NEED you to fill my synaptic gap. NOW.
Love,
whats-her-name.
I love the way you write, Amy. I love how much you love words. And there was something else I was going to say…but I forgot.
Amy,
You make me laugh till my eyes run! I know and feel your pain.. the rhythmic flow of your verbiage is divine! I find as I approach an even riper age ( for the moment I actually know I am 57 – can’t always remember that ) I have lost not only my short term memory, as demonstrated time and again by how many trips from room to room only to find no comprehension of why I am there… and there.. and there.. but I have ‘lost the place’ as we Scots say…
I find the other sad thing for someone who was top of class, is the total loss of nouns.. yes nouns.. I can see, in mind only, the ‘thingamajig’ or the ‘whatsit’ I am talking about; for the life of me there are no nouns to speak of.. keeping pencil and paper handy to draw the offending item as hubby and others spew nouns at me rapidfire, like its some kind of weird drawing game, or charades I play …
Seems I manage better when I type I can even find most of the nouns I need to complete my sentences ( there’s one now!)
And I I finally wind down this…(Oh hell here we go)
right ..got it!.
comment..
Thank you for letting me know I am not alone..