Forgetting things like where I put my keys, what I’m about to say, and how long it’s been since I’ve showered, are all fairly normal things to forget, right?
Sometimes I blame my forgetfulness on my mom brain, my busy schedule, the fun I had in the 90’s, or just my general absentmindedness. But lately, a few forgetful instances are leading me to believe that I am entering dangerous territory; the territory that gets laughs via Saturday Night Live’s Mr. Short Term Memory Loss sketches but that actually freaks me and my inner hypochondriac out.
Instance #1 – While reaching for the conditioner the other day in the shower, I had to pause for a moment because I had no recollection of whether or not I had used the shampoo yet. I had NO recollection of what I had just done. NONE. I lathered up again, thinking that REALLY clean hair was the worst of my worries if I really couldn’t remember what I had done the four minutes prior.
Instance #2 – Six hours before I was set to interview Will Reiser, the writer of 50/50, at the opening night of the San Diego Film Festival, I inadvertently doubled up on my generic DayQuil dosage because I FORGOT that I had just taken a dosage less than five minutes before I swallowed round two. Just as what I thought was the second but was really the fourth orange gel tab was sliding down my throat, it occurred to me what I had just done. So basically I was a cranked up mess for the few hours before the festival, with a nose that felt like what a jalapeno must feel like when it’s shoved full of cream cheese, because not even a doubled up dose could help my hopeless cloggage, and had not one ounce of saliva in my mouth before I began the interview. Great way to start me first on-camera interview!
Instance #3 – I forget what the third story is. I swear. At some point between conceptualizing this post with three instances in mind to share, and actually sitting down to type the post, I forgot my third instance. Do you see my situation here?
I’ve got this short-term memory loss thing, and I’ve got it bad!
Though I am making fun of it now, there is a nugget of fear inside of me, worrying that these bouts of forgetfulness are a precursor to something more serious. So, I’m consiering taking up Soduko just to keep my brain nimble, I’ve heard that brain stimulation helps ward off the big A. I will also stay away from mercury and transfats, and fill my diet with Omega 3 Fats, as that’s the expert advice I have read. Also, I’ll begin writing EVERYTHING down so I don’t forget, especially if speedy pills are involved.
And? I’m gonna keep my humor about it, just like this classic SNL skit with Phil Hartman and Tom Hanks.