I'm too young for Alzheimers! I'm too young for ... what was that again?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So I’m sufing away, thinking about witty bon mots, and I become vaguely aware that the two canines of the Piper household are staring at their food bowl, alternating with reproachful gazes at me.

I get up. They give me their hopeful look and exchange knowing dog glances: “He finally got it.”

I walk over to the sink cupboard. Since they know very well that their dogfood is in the food cupboard, they’re a bit puzzled.

Still thinking deeply Dopely, I take the box of dishwasher soap out of the sink cupboard, walk over to their bowl, pour out some soap powder, and go back to the Mac.

Piper Dogs exchange baffled looks. I can tell their canine conversation was like this:

Piper Basenji: “What is that stuff?”

Piper Dachshund: “I dunno. But he’s not getting anything else for us.”

Piper Basenji: “I’m not eating it!”

Piper Dachshund: “Well, you never know … it’s in the food bowl … if he doesn’t give us anything else, I might try it…”

Piper Basenji: “Hmmf. Dachshunds - you’ll eat anything!”

Piper Dachshund: “Like that’s a bad thing…”

At which point it penetrates to me that I’m not hearing the usual snarfing sounds, shake myself, and get them their dog food from the food cupboard.

Now, what was I going on about, again…

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Merely a ‘senior’s moment’. :slight_smile:

3

Very nice. Did they foam at the mouth?

4

Methinks it was something about putting the laundry into the dishwasher so it will be done before the roast that’s cooking in the shower. :smiley:

5

I thought the roast went in the dishwasher, and the oooooh! Shiny!

6

It’s not bad till you spend 10 minutes looking for your glasses before realizing they’re already on your damn face.

7

That’s ok I put Orange Juice in my Cheerios all the time.

8

Pfaugh, my mother has been doing that since he was in her thirties!

That I remember, that is: Dad claimed she’d actually been doing it already when he met her - she was 15.

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My mother is now 83 and thankfully has never suffered from true dementia, but like seemingly most older people, does have occasional slips of the brain. She and her friends jokingly coined the terms “Oldtimer’s Disease” and “Halfheimer’s Disease”.

If you’re not old enough for Oldtimer’s Disease you can call it Halfheimer’s Disease, I suppose.

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It’s hard to blame you for getting distracted when you’re meditating on the nature of God.

I bet Rumi did that to his dogs too. (He probably fed them plant food and claimed he was trying to get them to “be reborn as men from their animal state”).

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  1. Get in elevator.
  2. Press button.
  3. Wonder why elevator isn’t going anywhere.
  4. Press button for the floor you want to go to, not the floor you’re already on.

Or…

  1. Approach locked door.
  2. Fish in pocket for keys.
  3. Panic when you realize keys are not in pocket.
  4. Check back pocket.
  5. Amp the panic when they are not to be found there, either.
  6. Swap keys from your other hand so you can check your other pockets.
  7. :smack:
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No, that just indicates that you need new glasses.

13

I picked up what I thought was the bottle of aspirin while chatting on the phone. I actually took 2 of my dog’s antibiotic pills. Five minutes later I realized what I had done, and took the stupid aspirin.

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I’m a worrier. I stress over things a lot - stupid things most of the time. But now it’s getting better for me. I was stressing over something, then thought of something else, and then realized that I had been stressing over something - but couldn’t remember what it was. Of course that fed into a recursive stressing loop, where I stressed over not being able to remember what I was stressing over…

Susan

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I’ve certainly been doing this since shortly after I got glasses when I was 13.

Or just that you wear them all the time, so they become such a normal part of your life that you don’t think about them most of the time.

I’ve done this while driving- I panic, because my keys aren’t in my pocket where they belong, then I realize that of course they’re in the ignition…

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Aparently, recently, while filling out an online application for a part-time job, I typed my parent’s home phone number in the phone number blank, rather than my cell phone.

I live 600 or so miles away. And I’ve been using my cell phone almost exclusively for the past 10 months. If you asked me my parent’s home number, I’d have to think really hard to come up with it.

How did I find out? Simple. A person who might theoretically hire me called my mother to ask to speak to me. Left message with Mom, Mom called me, I called person who might theoretically hire me.

Hmm, you know, there is a remote chance that I didn’t type the wrong number. There is a remote chance I uploaded the wrong resume file as an attachment–and the resume file I uploaded had the old phone number on it.

I’m baffled, confused, and irritated with myself.

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That’s nothing. The other day

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I went back into the grocery store to see if I could find my sunglasses, which were on top of my head. Luckily I didn’t ask anyone if they’d seen them…

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I was looking all over the place for my cell phone the other day. Co-worker asked what I was looking for.

“My cell phone! I’ve looked everywhere!”
“You mean the one in your hand?”
" :smack: "

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Same here. At the bank though. And I asked. :o
The teller was very sweet, she said “Uh, no, I didn’t see that you’d laid anything down…” I wonder how hard it was for her to NOT look at the top of my head.
:cool: