It started out as a routine Monday morning for me. Sleep from 2 a.m. until 5 a.m. Get up, make coffee, shower, dress for gym (Yes! I often shower before I go to the gym. Remember this is a 57 year old working out for an hour-I don't sweat a whole lot.)
With the intention of running several errands after the gym and doing a grocery order, I grabbed my purse. Pulling out of the driveway, I checked my wallet to see if I had placed $200 ( which I believe I had left on my vanity) into my wallet. But no, I had not. So, I got out of the car (which hadn't even gotten out of my driveway) and went back inside to locate the cash. I believed I had left it on my bedroom vanity. First, I went upstairs and checked there and proceeded to examine every bedroom, closet, drawer and surface upstairs. No sighting of the money. I then went downstairs and checked each room and thoroughly picked through the garbage thinking that somehow I had thrown the $200 in the garbage. Frustrated, and totally feeling I had lost my mind, I left for the gym and errands without cash and only my debit card. Was there something wrong with me? Is this early onset Alzheimer's? Should I seek a consultation with a neurologist? Often I forget where my car is parked, or whom I was dialing, or why I walked into a particular room. But this seemed even scarier.
When I returned home several hours later, I decided to search the house again for the money. When I approached my bedroom vanity, lo and behold, the cash was sitting right there! How could I have possibly missed it the first time? I grabbed the two hundred bucks and proceeded to go right to my wallet to place it inside. Later, as I was leaving the house, I grabbed my pocketbook and decided to recheck my wallet to make sure the cash was in it. WHAT??????????? No money in the wallet. How could that possibly be? Again, I searched the entire house and my pockets. Nothing. Then the garbage. And there in the opague green hefty bag sat my money along with a bunch of disposed paperwork! I know-this is embarrasing to retell. Trust me it was embarrasing to live through the first time.
I have asked my husband if he thinks this is something that requires medical attention. He assures me that I am fine and was just distracted. I am not totally convinced of this. However, I have noticed lately that others exhibit a similar "lapse of memory". For example, my husband came downstairs the other morning and hung his suit jacket on the doorknob. When it was time to leave, he couldn't locate his jacket. It was only 5 minutes after he placed it there! This gave me enormous pleasure. Or today, when my sister in law went to pay the check for lunch, and left the check and her credit card on the table as she walked up to the cash register to pay. This too made me exceptionally happy! And she is almost 8 years younger than me!! For now, I am going to give myself a pass and observe how often this occurs in the next few weeks. The problem with that idea is: how will I remember?
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