The journey between here and there

My memory brain cells are malfunctioning. I think I’m getting Alzheimers. I’m worried. My dad had it before he died and I think I’m getting it.

I lose my keys. I lose them constantly so I usually always put them in my right coat pocket, right jean pocket or in our key box at home. However, an incident occurred just the other day which made me freak. I had them in my hands as I got into the van, then I forgot where I set them down so I could put Mya in her car seat. After 10 minutes Laura finally found them for me. I’m losing it.

I’ve lost my black rimmed glasses. It’s been 2 weeks and I can’t find them. I thought I put them down by my bedside table but when I woke up they were gone… vanished…. without a trace. I have my contacts, but I like wearing my glasses around the house cuz they don’t make my eyes as tired. I have another pair, but I put them somewhere ” safe “ and I cannot remember where that safe place is. Obviously it’s safe from me too.

I had just changed Mya in Great Grandma Lee’s en-suite bathroom. I was sitting out on the couch when I thought, ‘hmmm, Mya’s not here, I wonder what she is doing.’

I turned to Ryan and said, “Ryan, can you go into Grandma’s bedroom and get Mya, cuz she’s in there all by herself and I don’t want her to get into mischief in there.”

He gives me a weird look but doesn’t get up.

I ask him 2 more times, each time I begin to stress out more because he’s just sitting there looking at me dumbfounded. I was playing a game with Laura and didn’t want to go get Mya. My voice is getting a little higher after each request. Finally my eyes narrow and through clench teeth I hiss, “Go. Get. Her!” I’m mad now. Any minute my head was going to start spinning around…

“You want me to get Mya?” he asks incredulously.

“Yes!” I hiss smoke fuming out of my ears.

“She’s not in Grandma’s room, you’ve been holding her the entire time. She’s nursing under the blanket ,” he replies looking confused and concerned.

I look down and sure enough, there she is. I seriously thought that she was in the other room. I was shocked to see that she was in my arms.

I’ve read articles on pregnant women that lose memory, I am still nursing so maybe, hopefully that’s what my problem is…

I think I might even have dementia. I’ve got some sort of itis…Stupiditis, moronitis, retarditis, forgetfulitis…