The Day Dream.
Source of Creativity and Escape
Thirty years or so ago a psychiatrist came to address our service club about Alzheimer’s disease. Jokingly, he said, “Forgetting where you left your keys is not dementia. Forgetting what they are for is.”
I don’t think I have impending dementia, but I do think I’m losing it. I no longer remember little things that I would once have had no trouble remembering; things like remembering what Lynn asked me to do before I left to walk the dog, and the time we were supposed to be at friends for dinner.
To be fair to myself, I used to write things down to remember things like phone numbers, dates, addresses and the like. I can’t do that now without grapping my iPad and making a note, and I have never had a very good auditory memory.
The lack of memory, though, may not be lack of memory at all. That’s what really has me worried.
I’ve gotten really lazy. Lynn has an excellent auditory memory. She was in community-theater at one time. She has an excellent memory period. So, why take a not when someone else will remember? Worse, yet, is the lack of memory about things that she has told me. Did I really forget what the chore she gave me, or did I unconsciously ignore it?
Am I just not listening?
Since the loss of good vision we have been together 24/7. It’s bad enough when people retire, the enforced togetherness. It is amplified ten times when one person can no longer drive. I read on a tablet, and communicate via computer.
We irritate each other while we still love each other.
Things that could be done to help remedy the situation seem too large, or inappropriate. They include:
-Moving to an area that has public transportation.
-Walking to places that are too dangerous to walk to, even with my white cane.
-Insisting that she get involved with some community volunteer program (she is not a volunteer type).
-Insisting that she forget about me and the house and all of the other stuff and go to her art studio.
-Stop blogging. I spend a lot of time in my head thinking about what others have written and things that I might write.
After all, which life is more important, real or virtual?