Over the last few mornings It has become abundantly clear that I am slowly but surely showing the first signs of dementia. I cant seem to remember important details anymore, especially, it would appear, ones that I’ve just been told. I could be having a conversation with you and two minutes later I won’t remember what it was about.
….Meander Sunny Justice??
Anyway this sort of thing has been happening all the time recently. Take this morning for example. Last night before rolling over and falling into what can only be described as a 6 hour coma my wife asks me where the car keys are because she needs them in the morning. I explain that they are in my trouser pocket and I’ll leave them out tomorrow. Now fast forward to this morning when my alarm rips through my dreams like a wailing banshee and just before I attempt to put my finger through the snooze button I remember the car keys and I think of places I should leave them so she’ll know where they are. Bedside locker? Kitchen table? Key hook? Anyway time for a shower.
…..Bemurder Sassy Junky??
So by now I’m just about to go through the turnstiles at the train station and am fumbling in my pocket for my Leap card when I feel them. The car keys! No way. Forget that there is no sign of my Leap card. I have to go back home. 15 minutes uphill. On the way back up I remember seeing my Leap card left on the dresser in the room. I get to the house, the location of which, has not been discarded by my ever fleeting memory, and burst in the door, drop my bag in the kitchen and run upstairs to get my Leap card and to drop off the keys. Leap card is not on the dresser and I’m running out of time. Keys on the desk. Fuck it! Down the stairs into the sitting room, dive into the change jar for train fare, out the front door and down the hill to the station. I jump onto the platform sweating and chest heaving just as the train pulls in. I jump onto the train and its at that moment that i realise that I have no bag! I left it on the kitchen floor!
……Remember Summy Ownkis?
One day of memory loss I could forgive but I’ve pretty much forgotten something every day this week. Lunch, phone, Books, meetings, conversations. I’m beginning to think Im becoming like that Guy Pearse guy in Memento who has no short term memory, meaning he cant make any new memories. Soon I’ll be taking Polaroids of my loved ones and tattooing shopping lists onto my body. Lets hope it doesnt come to that though.
Ah got it….Remember Sammy Jankis??
Wait a minute…..Who is this?!