Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Lists.

I accept that my brain is degenerating.

At 35 im at the peak of my ability to intake new information. From here its pretty much all down hill.

thanks to photos and such I can remember alot more, but I've resorted recently to writing shitloads of lists, if I don't, I forget.

I wrote an important appointment time down and lost the paper, I tried to make the appointment but I was a week too late. dumb. I never miss apppointments cept that one time I had a particular hairdresser and for the life of me I could never remember the times she made me, never happened with anyone else cept her, and she was a good hairdresser. its like my inability to remember birthdates in September or October, or Geraldines birthday... which Im working hard to imprint....

for 3 days Cole said " Mum, swimming togs " each morning I forgot, had to write a frickin list so I'd remember. I also have a book now in which I write down each week what I've paid on the bills and how much I owe, or I can't remember.

Its an unusual thing to have the most valuable thing I own, my brain, begin to go on unscheduled breaks on me.

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