You don’t say. I drink Crystal Lite every day, and put Splenda on my unsweetened granola. I wonder if it’s contributing to my growing inability to multitask as well.
I wonder if Stevia is included under the category of “artificial sweetener”?
Forget about it.
About what?
Undergoing menopause makes it worse. My friends who are past that say it improves again afterward.
I got up to do something in the kitchen, and when I got in there I couldn’t remember what it was, so I wandered around a little and gave up and came back and sat down. Then I remembered what it was and went back to the kitchen. I found I had already done it. Now I don’t remember what it was, anyway, to tell the story.
Oh, and EvilTOJ needs a sound thrashing.
There are a lot of things that can make your memory start fritzing out - anti-depressants, coming OFF antidepressants, change in sleep habits, depression, allergies, stress, chemo, menopause… but they get better when the trigger goes away. I just say I’m in “dork mode”, and get JustThinkin to finish my sentences.
If you Google “anesthesia memory loss” you will find may links, such as this one, suggesting that repeatedly being put under anesthesia does indeed affect your memory, possibly long term.
(You’ll also find a lot of links disputing the idea.)
I was so worried about my mental state a couple of weeks ago when I asked someone to help me change the container of water for the thing that dispenses the cold water. Actually, that sounded much more coherent than what actually came out of my mouth.
Last week, someone else my age (38), asked the same person to help her change the “water thingy” and he apparently looked at her like he looked at me. I felt MUCH better after that.
The password is: watercooler
Interesting. I used to be quite proud of my memory. I could remember details of books and conversations that others could not. Now I’ve had at least 9 operations since 2003 and my memory is for shit. I keep a composition notebook with me to keep track of details.
I needed the operations, so I guess there was no way around the trade.
IIRC, I’ve had memory problems all my life. Dates have never had any meaning for me, nor have time spans. I can’t remember when I moved from Los Angeles to Santa CRuz, nor can I remember when I moved to Florida the first time, or either of the other two. Some words escape me; I once called the vacuum cleaner a lawn mower.
My Darling Marcie once asked me if I had ever had a good memory and I had to tell her I couldn’t remember.
Take heart; forgetting a word means nothing.