Tuesday, November 25, 2014

It's Not Dementia ... Yet!

Ever have one of these moments?

You're walking along and you spot a distant relative or two that you haven't seen in years. Decades, really. You're busy. You don't want to stop to chat because it's been decades and you really don't know what's been happening in their lives any more.

Not my family but this photo was probably taken around the same time that I last saw them

And you're having trouble remembering their names - well, his name anyway. You can remember the names of most of their kids and the subjects that you shared back in high school with their daughter, who's the same age. But you can't remember his name. Seriously, why can't you remember his name????

And then they spot you. And there's no escaping. You have to go say hello. So you smile warmly and cover the fact that you can't remember his name by just saying "How are you?" in your gushiest voice like you're thrilled to see them and not trying frantically to pull that elusive name out of the locked vault that is your memory.

They say "Good, how are you?"

You blurt out "Good" but your head is still processing the 'find name' command so the 'good' is a distracted one and is followed by "How are you?" Again! And they look at you like you're a little odd. And quite frankly, you feel a little odd and stupid for asking the same question twice so you quickly try to recover with a monologue on how awful the weather is. To which they smile sympathetically at your awkwardness and lack of social skills.

After the requisite amount of uncomfortable conversation you excuse yourself with implications of extreme busy-ness. They breathe a sigh of relief that the stilted chat can finally end and they can be on their way.

You both smile, walk off and then you remember - Graham! His name is Graham!!!

Yeah, that happened to me today.

I'm thinking that my brain could use a faster processor. But I'm also thinking that the name came to me in the end so that means it's not dementia ... yet!

12 comments:

  1. I forgot one of my brothers the other day. Like, I was counting them off to a friend and could NOT remember one of them. Not just his name; I couldn't remember him at all. I actually tried to rationalize this by wondering if I had counted wrong all these years, and I really only had six brothers, not seven.

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    1. That makes me feel a lot better Gracie

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  2. The same thing happens to me! Ugh. I KNOW I know the person. But for the life of me I can't remember names. And I love your pseudo-family photo!

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  3. I always look confused and tell them I can't remember their name, tell them I'm old and can't even remember my wifes name!

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  4. I had a similar thing at a shopping centre with a girl I went to school with!! Luckily my youngest to were being the delightful ferals they are and I waved and said hi because we both recognised each other and kept walking. It wasn't until I got home and was flicking through facey I saw her and remembered who she was!!

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  5. Oh yes, that sort of thing happens to me all of the time! I often can't remember the name for 'things' and that worries the hell out of me!

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  6. Teach school for a lot of years. Too many names to remember. Then the kids age and look different. Really hopeless. I am afraid I ignore students I have taught because I don't know them. Yikes!

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  7. I also can't remember names. I'd need two hard disks with different sizes and speeds ... rather than a faster processor :)

    Have a nice weekend!

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  8. My same thoughts. I could have written this post!!!!
    It's not dementia.... yet!

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  9. All the time!!! I have conversations and can't remember the most basic things and then at 2 or 3 in the morning when normal people are asleep I think of them but have to keep it to myself!

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