Am I Losing My Mind?

So after a number of mind loss incidents this week, I get an email titled “Am I losing my mind?”.  It’s actually a really good blog about middle aged fuzziness and memory loss.  But I laugh at how these things pop up in the most timely fashion.  I’ve always been a bit flighty (for lack of a better term), but once I hit 40, I do feel like I’m gradually losing my mind.  For example:

• The other day I forgot my cell phone.  Not a big deal.  When I got home, I found it laying on our front swing – I’d left it outside all night.

• That same day, I left work early for a doctor’s appointment, and as I signed in, I was told the the appointment was in fact two days later.  Ugh!

• Then I planted the garden last night and realized this morning that I’d forgotten to water it after planting.

• If I head to the basement and my husband asks me to bring up paper towels, I say “ok”, then head down and throw in a load of laundry, inspect the contents of the freezer, grab a few things out of the pantry for dinner, and arrive back upstairs with everything in tow except the paper towels.

• I’ve also been known to search frantically for my phone while talking on the phone.

These are standard occurrences in my world, and I thank goodness my poor husband has a sense of humor.  But I can’t help wondering – what the heck will I be like at 50?  A friend suggested medication.  My thoughts on medication – 1) they only mask the problem, they don’t fix it, and 2) there’s always a trade-off, like I might regain my memory, but lose control of my bladder.  Frankly, if I lose control of my bladder, I’d rather not remember it!

By some miracle, I do remember the important things and I do continue to function well in most aspects of my life.  So I’m starting to accept these senior moments as a part of who I am, and when my husband get frustrated with me, I remind him that… well, if nothing else, at least I’m not boring.