My friend, The Lovely Nut has been getting herself into a pickle. She’s the far side of 75 and thinks that she may be getting a bit old-ladyish (or in her words, dementia). I’ve told her that the things she does (loosing things, forgetting appointments that aren’t written down, filling the bath with cold instead of hot water etc) are signs of being human rather than signs of something more scary, but I am not sure she believes me.
She doesn’t have a computer, but (at her request) I print out my posts and send them to her via snail mail, so if you have anything to add to the list I’m going to write below, either on here or for friends, on facebook, that might help with the reassurance.
So here are some of the things I have done this year (bearing in mind we are only 16 days into this year) that I put down to being human. Or just daft.
- I put my yoga socks on, had a spare toe bit and the first thing that has popped into my head was ‘shit, one of my toes fell off!’ (rather than the slightly more likely explanation that two toes had combined in another toe bit).
- Put wine in my tea rather than milk.
- Use concealer when it should have been lip balm and lip balm when it should have been concealer. The result – very pale lips and dark circles remaining under my eyes that made me look like a corpse.
- Screamed on the train when a builder accidently set off one of the tools in his bag. When the man next to me asked if I was ok I replied loudly that ‘I thought that was the start of a chainsaw massacre’.
- Lost my car in the supermarket car park. Convinced myself it had been stolen until…I remembered that I’d parked it facing out – which I never do. Couldn’t find my car as I couldn’t remember what it looked like from the front. Convinced myself it had been stolen. Found car. Was still shaking 20 minutes later worried that car might be stolen….even though I was driving it by then.
- Convinced myself that my toothache was due to an allergy caused by an apple and cinnamon candle. Even though I now I know it was due to a hole in my tooth and an impressive infection, I can’t bring myself to burn the candle.
- And finally, I’ve just had that horrible sinking feeling as I realised that actually, it’s not Saturday tomorrow. Damn.
So there you go, Lovely Nut. You have written proof you can look at each time you think the senile moments might be taking over. It’s not just you! I promise :o) x