Feeling ‘officially’ old!
I very rarely refer to myself as getting older; my friend S and I joke that we are still 17 (we are in our heads, and attitude to life).
This morning was hilariously one occasion when I put my hand up and admitted to my O.H. (T) ‘I am getting old’. Why? Read on…
Over the last few months I have been forgetting the most ridiculous things (not just short-term but long-term too – which is a relief tbh). Some days I forget something, retrace my train of thought – or my physical steps – to remember, go back to where I was when I had my ‘memory lapse’ and immediately forget what I had rembered which I had previously forgotten…still with me?
Oh. My. Life.
I said to T only a few days back, ‘I’ve had enough, I cannot cope with being like this and if it carries on I am off to Switzerland’.
Seriously, I have always said if I am ever diagnosed the onset of dementia I will take myself off before I am deemed to ‘not be sound of mind’. I really couldn’t bear it. If you have someone close to you suffering with this debilitating illness you may (or may not) understand: remember, this is simply my opinion and my life. I would hate to upset any of my readers but I am nothing if not honest and direct.
This morning I trundled upstairs carrying my laptop, projector, satchel and other bits and pieces. I had popped my O.H’s glasses on as I couldn’t find mine. As I reached the top stair I wondered what was tightening around my neck – it was my own glasses on a cord. I burst out laughing; surely only old, old people wear two pairs of glasses at the same time?
You probably had to see me to appreciate the comedy of the situation. My O.H. laughed out loud too on seeing me!
Added to this madness was the fact that I actually cancelled going running because (this is feeble in my opinion) it was raining; not just raining but pelting down. In my defence, if I had a super-waterproof running jacket (hint to Santa) I would have gone but I just felt like wimping out. I remember walking miles in the rain with S to meet up with some boys when we were teenagers.
Just before cancelling I also received a message from a travelling buddy suddenly pop up, asking if I would be home this afternoon. I felt that gave my excuse more validity as I wouldn’t have had time to run, get home, shower and wash hair etc etc before C arrived.
As it happened the run leader cancelled the run due to the floods, C postponed his visit till tomorrow and I have spent the day luxuriously having a deep bath, arranging my latest delivery from Freddie’s Flowers, listening to Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Al Green and writing. Bliss!
Old? Not really, just having a bit of a moment…it’s this Girls Thing.
PS I also dropped my phone into the newly run, deep bath but…managed to get it out and dry it and it is absolutley fine – now that is pretty amazing!!