Brain fuzzies

Getting older is definitely interesting. I am dealing not only with having to wear glasses (without them everything is fuzzy), but now I am dealing with "brain fuzzies". In the course of a day I have to answer "I can't remember" too many times. Walking into a room and trying to remember WHY I'm there, to what purpose. (this however does not occur when walking into the bathroom......I always know WHY I'm there) OMG ......I just realized getting old is like dropping acid............the only reality on an acid trip is the bathroom.....you usually know why you are there!!! (as long as you DO NOT look in the mirror!!)

On top of my brain getting fuzzier, I am also taking care of my mother who turns 87 this month, and she is quickly going down hill with "the fuzzies".......only hers is moment to moment. She can recall in detail what her 7th grade Catholic school uniform looked like, but can't remember what she ate for lunch. She knows the address of the house she lived in when she and dad moved into their first place, but forgets and calls me by one of her sister's names. And what's so sad is she is totally aware of her failing mind. She gets so angry at herself. She can still do the crossword puzzle (in ink) but writing a check and paying a bill takes her an hour because she doesn't remember what she's doing, and doesn't trust herself to not make an error. I now have to "check her checks" for her so she can stick them in the envelope and know its "ok".

It's scary, because I see myself in her. I know that these momentary "fuzzies" will eventually become permanent "fuzzies". Just like my failing eyes, my aching joints, the "brain fuzzies" are descending, and I'm not ready. I'm 55. I'm "young" yet. So much to do and experience.

I have to agree now, that getting old is not for sissies. You have to be tough!! I guess I need to "toughen up" and get on with it. (maybe after a nice nap...................)