Wazzat?

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  1. Choochoo says:

    I have a little…uhm…tendency to walk into walls and such. I just kinda, sorta misjudge the distance between the wall/pillar/whatever and the space for walking through, because I like to cut corners rather closely. I’ve been worried that maybe there’s something wrong in my brain, but since it doesn’t hurt (unless I walk really fast), I can’t be arsed to do anything about it.

  2. I’ve forgotten some pretty big things, too. And I swear, every time I fill out a doctor’s form I KNOW I’m forgetting stuff like surgeries and major illnesses.
    Ah well. At least I remember where I put my car keys and what time I have to pick up my son today.

  3. pia says:

    My favorite memory theory is called “the file cabinet.” Like a metal cabinet stuffed with accordion paper files–the accordion files let our memories expand and expand–but there comes a point. Then put it in a metal file cabinet and the expansion is over. Things have to come out before they go in.
    My mom was blind later in life. In order to remember the important stuff–things she needed to live independently she had the worst long term memory of any non-demented older person I have ever met. She only wanted to talk about the present and the future–except if it was a good Kennedy family conspiracy or interesting history–not family related. She might have just wanted to keep the family peace. I was never sure
    Really memory loss is normal and only a problem if it interferes with activities of daily living. The horrible part of everything I just said is that I have an incredible memory for anything non-essential–days friends met each other and other stupid stuff.
    I do walk into walls–it’s an invisible disability called “non verbal learning disorder.” I can learn anything “bookish” but have no sense of myself in space. I’m a technical zilch but have almost learned to live with that

  4. chlost says:

    Just as computers, we routinely must “dump” information in order to our brains to function at a reasonable level of accuracy and speed. But my brain appears to toss out things randomly, with no regard for importance or timeliness. I cannot remember much of my children’s childhoods, apparently, as they tell me stories of their lives of which I have no memory. I will routinely forget passwords, names, and places I have visited. I’m just a bit older than you, Jocelyn. Keep up the blog, you may need it.

  5. I think I remember everything, but I may well be deluding myself.

  6. Think of it as prep for ALzheimer’s when your memory starts to erase itself backwards.

    Actually when I was reading this, I suddenly remembered that I had an EKG several years ago. I’d forgotten all about it. There are other things in the past decade or so the I try to recall when someone talks about it an… nothing. Other trivial things are locked in there forever, immediately brought to the surface. What are you going to do? Nothing.

  7. Bone says:

    My based-on-no-expertise-whatsoever guess is that we are inundated with so much — 300 TV channels instead of 3 or 12, emails, instant messages, and texts — it’s impossible to retain it all. Even watching CNN is like one big attention deficit bonanza. There’s a headline at the top, a scroll at the bottom, five people talking in the middle, and stats and other info flashing on the screen.

    Though I definitely would remember a hernia feel-up. Or a catheter. I think. Wait, what was your name again? Who is this? And how did you get my blog address?

  8. Erin says:

    I have most likely missed the point of the post, because what I really focused on are your recipe notes. That is brilliant! How fun to look back on. My mother-in-law, who I didn’t have the privilege to know, made some notes in her recipe books. One note, beside Salisbury Steak, observed that it was pretty good but that David (then child, now husband) didn’t like it – picky! It made me laugh. I was also glad that I’m not the only one to find that he can be a picky eater.

  9. Lil says:

    Well, that’s the thing, innit? You remember the old crap and the new crap just never seems to sink in. By the time I’m sixty I probably won’t even remember getting up in the morning…

    I blame the meno brain.

  10. Robin says:

    Wait . . . do I know you or are you just some blogger I met on the internet?

    I once forgot how old I was. Not kidding. Had to do the math. Now I want to forget how old I am and can’t.

  11. kmkat says:

    I was going to tell you that I remembered Groom’s hernia, but it was the botched vasectomy I was recalling. My memory problem is not so much forgetting entirely as misremembering or conflating memories. So much experience, so few brain cells…

    I thought my labor and delivery was painful; yours takes the cake over ALL. You poor thing.

  12. lime says:

    i know it’s not the main point but going back to reread about your student then reading that she’d entering medical school to become a cardiac surgeon….wow, just wow. god bless this woman, she is an amazing survivor. i feel like i should sit at her feet and take notes.

    now what was your point? i don’t remember….;)

  13. Jess says:

    I was going to say something witty but I forget what it was.

  14. Friko says:

    You know what? You’re really lucky that nobody in your house seems to remember ailments and their treatments/examinations. I know men and women who talk of nothing but health problems and forget everything else.

    I also no longer feel bad about not remembering things like names and titles of books/films/plays. It really doesn’t matter. If I need to recall them there are ways of digging them up.

    I do, however, remember some weird things which nobody else remembers.

  15. actonbell says:

    You had to hide from a student? You’ve had lots of interesting events to remember, no wonder you can’t remember them all. I’m actually glad that I have holes in my memory; if it were good stuff, I would have kept it in my walking-around archives. And yes, I like having the virtual archives, too, not that I’m all that good at recording stuff. Great post

  16. Erin says:

    I have a guess why he got the EKG! We all had to get one when Dad was diagnosed with an enlarged heart (forget the name). So probably it was not Byron’s health issue and, therefore, easy to forget about:)
    Thinking of you with all the crazy snow.

    • Jocelyn says:

      Thank you for the boost that is Collective Family Memory, Erin!

      Yea, um. The snow.

      I realized yesterday it’s much more pleasant and lovely than drizzling rain. So there’s that.

  17. Maria says:

    I had a flash memory while reading about your niacin hot flash. I had one too! I still remember it because I thought I was dying.

    And I am truly alarmed at how I forget everything too. The other day, I was sending a birthday card to my sister and forgot her married name. I had to call my partner and ask her what it was. My sister has been married for over 20 years.

    Bing also was talking to a friend the other day about our trip to Savannah, Georgia. I have no recollection of it all. EVEN when she started telling me details (“Don’t you remember how we stopped at that roadside stand and bought those pretty tomatoes and ate them in the car like apples?”) She finally started showing me photos of us and I STILL didn’t remember. That was about ten years ago.

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