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    Thursday, March 08, 2007

    A mind is a terrible thing to waste--and Susan should know since she does it daily


    I'm getting to an age where the generation before me is starting to disappear or become seriously ill. My husband lost both of his folks within a couple months of each other this past fall and early winter. My uncle recently left the hospital for a nursing home, which fortunately in his case is an interim step toward going back to his own home. Both of my brainstorming partner's parents are gravely ill and she's spent most of the new year on the other side of the state tending to them.

    People are definitely living longer these days, but one lousy side effect is the mental deterioration that accompanies those latter years for many of the elderly. My mother-in-law had Alzheimer’s. So did my brother's father-in-law and one of my parents' good friends. My mom is becoming very forgetful.


    Of, course so am I, and with half the excuse. I blame it on (wincing over the word) menopause. Well, that and my own occasional too-easily diverted absentmindedness. I used to be such an organized little chica. Those days are gone, gone, gone. At the end of January I bought the new Nora Jones CD. I downloaded it to my iTunes program. . .and then I do not have the foggiest idea what I did with the original. I've looked in all the reasonable places, but chances are I had the CD case in my hand when something else caught my eye and I set it down in some out-of-the -way place while I dealt with the distracter. Or it's possible I shelved it with a book--in which case I'll be lucky to find it any time this year. Sigh.


    I know that part of my problem is thinking two or three steps ahead to the detriment of the step that I'm in. (For instance, I was mulling over what to write in this blog just now as I was exchanging my Eccos for my ballet slippers and I picked up the shoe I had just removed and started to put it back on again. . .on the wrong foot)

    So somebody HELP me! Throw me a mental exercise to keep me on track. Or at least tell me that I'm not the only one who does inexplicable, ridiculous things!

    32 Comments:

    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Good grief, I'm only 23 (2 months shy of 24), and I have moments just as scatterbrained. I've thrown away things that didn't belong in the trash, I've started to put on shoes I've just taken off, and I end up halfway to a room only to discover that I don't remember why I'm headed there. It's usually because my overactive mind has already jumped onto something new.

    I don't have any solutions for you, but sleep often helps me clear the cobwebs. Don't worry - you're definitely not alone!

    10:44 PM  
    Blogger DFender said...

    Susan,
    You are oh-so-not-alone...LOL. Your little shoe mix-up? Pah... that's nothing.

    Yesterday I was making dinner... and I put the milk in the pantry and the spatula in the refrigerator. I'm 40 for God's sake. Ha!

    I've worked at the same place for six years and I've driven by the driveway twice in the past week.

    I'm an intelligent, clever person. I don't see myself as scatterbrained. However, lemme tell you... my "moments" are coming more frequently these days... LOLOLOL

    I yelled at our dog, Juno, last night and called him by my son's name. Ha!

    You? Alone? Nah...

    Happy weekend-ing!
    Deb

    PS. Here's a little brain teaser for your mental exercise:

    Who is your father's only son's brother's uncle's wife's daughter's brother's father's son?

    3:24 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    A few months ago, I put on two totally different tennis shoes to go pick up my kids and run errands. The really sad thing is that I didn't even notice until I got home several hours later.

    I blame everything on perimenopause. Or my kids.

    Carolyn

    3:31 AM  
    Blogger Lori Foster said...

    Susan, the only good thing I've discovered about menapause is that I'm not freezing all the time. LOL

    Dianne and I were at the Marriott a few days ago, finalizing things for my upcoming June reader/writer event, and I couldn't find my glasses. I was looking frantically in my purse, wondering where I'd left them on our tour of the hotel, and Dianne said, "They're in your hand."
    Sure enough. But that hand also held my purse and all the papers I'd just been given. LOL

    I've poured buttermilk into my coffee.
    Stored ice cream where the cat food goes. (what a mess!)
    Just this morning I managed to somehow obliterate the volunteer list I had for the reader/author get together.

    I always create more work for myself, but I eventually get it done.

    Like you, I think it's mostly because we're writers and always thinking two scenes, or even two books, ahead!

    HUGS,

    Lori

    4:57 AM  
    Blogger Lynn said...

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    6:05 AM  
    Blogger Lynn said...

    I like the shamrocks on the blog masthead. Of course, it's probably been there all of March and I'm just noticing it now ...

    :- )

    6:09 AM  
    Blogger ashefrog said...

    Susan:

    I, too, am blaming everything on the perimenopause/menopause phase.

    I am very organized but the last few months it has all gone out the window. I can't find stuff I just had, I forget to be someplace that I knew about just an hour before, I lose my train of thought in mid-sentence on occasion and I have to make lists to keep myself on track daily.

    My boss thinks I am losing my mind. One morning she needed to talk to me about something. We were both busy and she finally came in talk to me and left. A few minutes later I went to the ladies room, came back, stood at her door and told her I was ready to meet with her. She gave me a strange look and I realized we had already met. Without missing a beat I told her I would get right on that and walked away. I know she was thinking about how she was going to put me down and out of my misery as humanely as possible.

    6:31 AM  
    Blogger Jackie said...

    I drove my car to the grocery store and walked home.
    Worse yet, I did that more than once.
    Signed my maiden name on my married name checks, the bank thought it was funny, I did not.

    7:06 AM  
    Blogger Diane P said...

    This past month has been a horrible example of what you are talking about. My very good friend lost her husband to cancer. My other friend is dealing long distantly with her mother in the last stages of cancer, after making 2 trips out to stay. My aunt died last week, the last of her generation in our family. Now we are the older generation...ugh!

    And oh yes what was I talking about. Its a good thing my students have a good sense of humor-"are you sure you spell it that way?"

    Hope you have a better week.

    7:32 AM  
    Blogger elizabeth said...

    I resemble your remarks.

    9:11 AM  
    Blogger nellsquirrel said...

    We're supposed to remember stuff? I'm in trouble...

    If it makes you feel any better, my 14 year old son lost the tv remote. We can't find in anywhere.

    9:54 AM  
    Anonymous Candace said...

    With me, it's words that go missing. Like when I ask my DH go get the sucky air thing out of the hall closet to clean up the spilled dog food. The weird thing is, he knew exactly what I meant.

    11:27 AM  
    Blogger Jayne Ann Krentz said...

    I was going to write something really pithy and philosophical here but I can't recall what it was...

    --Jayne

    12:24 PM  
    Blogger susan andersen said...

    Aw, bless you all. It helps to be in such good company. :)

    Deb, I'm completely at sea with that riddle. Lost me with only son's brother. (step brother? Half brother on Mom's side?) The uncle's wife's daughter's brother's father's son seems to circle back to the uncle's son, so...cousin? I'm not good at these things.

    1:00 PM  
    Blogger Suzanne Simmons said...

    As some of my fellow Quills will attest to I am a typical Virgo: ridiculously well organized (some have even bandied about the word obnoxious) and the supreme list maker of all time. My point being there is less I have to remember.
    I like to think of it as freeing up more space on my "hard drive."

    Or maybe I just like making lists because it invariably involves a crisp, new, white steno pad and my favorite pen. :-)

    ~Suzanne

    1:38 PM  
    Anonymous Lou said...

    Great post, Susan, it cracked me up since I've been guilty of all of the above. Especially lost... what were those things again(?)... you know, those things we use to express ourselves??? Oh yeah, words.

    And yeah, Deb - what's the answer?? Please don't leave us staring into space wondering... it will just make us more absent minded!!

    2:51 PM  
    Anonymous Ranurgis said...

    Susan, how could you put on what you just took off and on the wrong foot besides. Unheard of!

    I *never* do anything like that because...I do it regularly. I can remember when I was au pair in France at the age of 18, I was at the Sorbonne in Paris when I happened to look down at my feet--and this was in the days when few females wore pants--and to my horror saw that I had a red shoe on foot and a black one on the other. Yeah, in fashionable gay Paris.

    I did something stupid just about an hour ago, but I can't remember what it was. I try to forget things like that as soon as possible. Oh, yes, I was on the phone to the tax office and she asked me when my birthday was. For some reason I think I was expecting her to ask for my address and, well, for about five seconds I had no idea when my birthday was (just last week).

    I've still got to figure out that puzzle about the relationship. Sometimes I love puzzles like that and at other times they drive me crazy because the grey cells just won't function. This week has been particularly bad.

    But any exercise for the mind can keep the grey matter alert. My mother always loved doing the Jumble. However, by the time I got her a big-print version, it was too late for her. The Alzheimer's had taken over her mind. After his stroke, my father had a bad short-term memory, but playing Scrabble or Trivial Pursuit with him showed that his long-term memory was still very active.

    So, no, you are definitely not alone. Even kids forget things. I could ask my brother's kids when they'd have their concerts, etc. a week before and the answer was always "*I* don't know."

    I don't even make lists anymore because I invariably lose them somewhere or forget to take them with me to the store if it's a shopping list.

    3:42 PM  
    Anonymous Ranurgis said...

    Hey, Dee. No wonder you don't have any comments. You've made it impossible for people like me to make a comment.

    I've tried to get a "Blogger" account but without success. It has something to do with my e-mail address already being in the system. Anyway, I really don't have anything to blog about and don't want to get involved with one until I've got my apartment reasonably well set up.

    I wanted to leave you the answer but "no can do".

    3:59 PM  
    Anonymous Ranurgis said...

    Susan, being forgetful does not necessarily mean "Alzheimer's" by any stretch of the imagination.

    I think that I should have noticed when my mother was in the early stages of Alzheimer's. One thing she did was that she put all the sharp knives in the cutlery drawer across the front. She suddenly thought it more logical to put one knife pointing right and the next pointing left, right, left, etc. I said, "You can't do that. Someone is going to get cut."

    "Well, I'm trying to save space. Everyone will just have to be careful."

    I believe that doing illogical things or suddenly doing normal things differently and coming up with a nonsensical explanation for it is more an indicator for Alzheimer's at least than just plain forgetfulness.

    Luckily, since my mother fell prey to it, there have been more drugs found that will slow the process. The one that she got already helped but that was 10 years ago. If your mother experiences a lot of such episodes, she should see a neurologist. But before doing that, it would be reassuring for you to really read up on the signs of Alzheimer's. I'm certainly not an authority on the disease but since I was my mother's primary caregiver, I had to read up a lot on it and took classes on how to handle her new foibles. But once she was in a nursing home full-time, I just concentrated on doing what I could for her.

    5:53 PM  
    Blogger Judy F said...

    I am right there with you Susan. I get up all the time and then wonder what I got up for. I wore black pants with a red and black sweter to work and had on brown shoes. THought I had put on the black ones. NOPE.

    Twice tonight I walked back in the bedroom to get the tape out of the tv, both times I forgot. LOL

    Its sad..

    7:20 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Suzanne Simmons took the words right out of my mouth. Lists, lists and more lists. I have found that I usually misplace these lists or forget to take them with me. I did figure out a new way to make my lists more efficient, I love excell spreadsheets and no matter if I'm at work or at home I have a spreadsheet that tells me everything I need to do. Did I mail out the insurance? All I have to do is open up my spread sheet. I put everything that I need to accomplish, then I add columns for different things, especially a complete date. However, this does not help me when I put the milk in the cupboard or leftovers from dinner in the silver drawer. (I've also been forgetting to pay bills the last 2 months!) Boy, has that been messy, that's why I incorporated my little spreadsheet @ home too. It had been just a work thing.
    I have finally come to realize it has nothing to do with age, but it doesn't get better as the years travel by. I like to think that all the knowledge I gain has to take the place of the little things in life, such as the water bill, placing my underware in the bathroom drawer instead of my dresser or forgetting to wear black stockings with black pants and shoes (very horrific to look down in the middle of speaking to a large group of people only to see white socks peaking out of the corner of my shoes). Yep, wisdom and a husband and kids that are sucking any rational thought out of my mind.

    8:29 PM  
    Blogger DFender said...

    Ah... the answer? Remember, no groaning, I did post that it was a brain teaser... lolol

    Question: Who is your father's only son's brother's uncle's wife's daughter's brother's father's son?

    Answer: No-one, an only son cannot have a brother, although they may have a sister.

    Hey, quit complaining, you asked for it... *grins

    Deb

    By the way, if this was directed at me...

    Ranurgis said...
    Hey, Dee. No wonder you don't have any comments. You've made it impossible for people like me to make a comment.

    ...I haven't the vaguest clue what that meant...lol.

    8:49 PM  
    Blogger karende said...

    Just because you forget things doesn’t mean you’re losing your mind. You’ve just misplaced the current reality, and it’s time for a reality check. Unless you’re like me, and your reality account is constantly overdrawn.

    I used to worry about appointments and such - I never forgot them when it was just me, but almost overnight it seemed there were two others - my kids - who were depending on me to remember their schedules, too. Then I eventually got a job that required me to keep an appointment schedule for my clients [to say nothing of my private life, which consisted of serving on three separate boards of directors, to say nothing of job-related meetings] so I finally gave in and got a Daytimer. That only worked up to a point, so my very nice boss got me an organizer program for my computer. It was absolutely wonderful! Actually, I still have it. It was one of the earliest versions Lotus came out with, and I heard that a version of it is now included in the Lotus Suite - but I lovelovelove my funky old one. It has alarms, a thingie for setting recurring appointments, a timer so one knows when to start/stop doing whatever.

    Now, if I could just remember that I have to actually turn it on, that it no longer automatically comes up when the computer boots up...

    I guess it’s sort of like having to remember to engage brain before acting or speaking.

    The most frustrating thing now is that since I can’t see well anymore, I have to remember where I’ve put things. That works up to a point - the point where DH decides I have ‘too much clutter’ and cleans it up for me. Unfortunately, he also throws away anything he can’t see an immediate use for. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve had to call various bureaucratic offices and requested duplicates of whatever he’s gotten rid of, because invariably if he tosses it, I’ll need in within a month.

    Karibear

    9:03 PM  
    Blogger Teresa Medeiros said...

    Visual clues are my savior, Susan! If I need to deliver something to somebody, I'd better sit it on the table by the door. If I need to memorize a new phone number, I write it on a scrap of paper and leave it in front of my computer where I'll see it every day.

    To do lists or post-it notes are imperative for survival as is a monthly calendar with all of my appointments showing for the month. I've learned that if I don't write it down, it won't get done! So for me, it's all about getting the eyes to connect to the brain :)

    8:59 AM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Susan, I sympathize. I am all out of a prescription because I only remember to call the doctor when I'm in the shower, or when it is 4 a.m. and I can't sleep. And I would blame the doctor for not writing the prescription for long enough, but now I'm wondering if I overlooked the letter that told me to make an appointment.

    I don't use spreadsheets, but when I have to do something during the day at work, I send myself an e-mail from home. At work, if I think of something for home, I e-mail a reminder home. Bizarre, but it works. I just wish my doctor's office had e-mail.

    I have to say, though, that when I started swimming a couple of times a week, the menopausal symptoms and the memory lapses decreased.

    9:39 AM  
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    2:08 PM  
    Anonymous AgTigress said...

    I want to echo what some others have said about mere forgetfulness not necessarily being an indicator of incipient mental disorder of any kind.

    For one thing, we all think in different ways, and therefore apparent forgetfulness or confusion may be due to circumstances that would not affect people whose thought-processes are different. I can remember years ago being utterly confused for months when a new library assistant in my workplace took it upon himself to remove dust-jackets from all those books in the departmental library that still had them. The books remained in the same order, but many of their spines now looked different. Alphabetical order means little to me: I simply have a picture in my mind of an object. If it looks different, I may miss it.

    Another factor is that, with increasing age, we all literally have more stuff in our memories, and it is hardly surprising that we can't always retrieve items as quickly as youngsters who have far fewer. If you are a shiny new author who has published two books, you will remember all about each of them - titles, characters, date of publication, plots... By the time you are a scarred veteran with perhaps 70 or 100 books to your name, going back 30 years, of course you will not be able to remember even all the titles, let alone the bibliographical details! You might even say when shown a particularly ancient specimen, 'good gracious - did I write that? I had forgotten it...' This is a function of time and quantity, not a sign of mental deterioration!

    :-)

    6:24 AM  
    Blogger Jayne Ann Krentz said...

    AgTigress: Thank you, thank you, thank you. I feel so much better now. As one of those "scarred veterans" of the writing world, I can affirm that your remarks are true. I picked up one of my older title the other day and realized I couldn't recall anything at all about the plot or the characters. It sent a chill through my bones, for sure.

    I realize that, as an author, I'm always thinking about either the book I'm working on now or the next one. I never look back; never re-read my old titles; rarely think about them. Therefore, I forget them. Weird.

    --Jayne

    8:57 AM  
    Blogger Teresa Medeiros said...

    Jayne,
    I'm looking forward to the day when I'm so senile I'll have forgotten everything about the books I've written and be able to go back and read them as if someone else wrote them! Sadly, I'm afraid that day could be tomorrow :)

    1:10 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Two words: Post-it notes.

    I put them on the alarm clock, I put them on my dash board, I put them on my computer at work and at home. I even put them on the mirror in the bathroom right where my nose is reflected. I still forget sometimes, but less often.

    Also, like Teresa, I put things by the door if I need to take them somewhere. I've even gotten up in the middle of the night to transfer something to the door when I remembered it, afraid I would forget in the morning. Sometimes, I've even taken them all the way to the front seat of my car. I've still forgotten things, but less often.

    I also email myself and leave voice messages for myself at work. It doesn't work to leave voice mail at home because I have a bad habit of not listening to my voicemail but about once a week.

    In my six-month review at the new job I started last year, my boss said I needed to work on "calendar issues" - that is, I'd missed meetings several times because I just... forgot. Now I carefully keep my work calendar, and bought a lovely appt calendar to carry with me that is full of fine paintings of women reading.

    My best trick for finding things or remembering things, though, is to retrace my activities. When do I absolutely remember having my keys last? Okay, I got in the back door with them. What was I doing? Bringing in groceries. Might they be... yes! In the grocery bag with that last can of soup...

    susanna in alabama

    3:06 PM  
    Blogger Stella said...

    Occasionally too-easily diverted absentmindedness, huh? Sounds serious. I don't have such problems--my too-easily diverted absentmindedness is an always kind of thing.

    Stella

    11:18 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    This past fall I realized I had two copies of one of Dierks Bentley's CD's. The sad thing is, I know I bought them both in the same month.

    So now I am paranoid when shopping for CD's...do I have it? Don't I?

    Books are a bit easier as they put the publication dates on them and I study them intently and even read part of the the first and last chapter when in doubt!
    SusanB

    11:37 AM  

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