Yesterday I realized I needed to add a certain item to my grocery list. See, I got rid of most of my non-stick cookware, but I kept one skillet for certain special tasks. Unfortunately, I threw all the plastic-nylon utensils away that I used with those non-stick pans, forgetting about the one skillet I kept.
So on the few occasions I use that T-fal skillet, I've had to be very careful about how I turn the foods, or how I remove them. Finally, today, I remembered to put my needed item on the shopping list.
But I couldn't remember what the item was called.
So here's what I typed on the grocery list on my Ipad: "pancake-turner".
I figured the actual name would come to me later, but it did not.
Cliff got out of bed this morning and I told him about my problem. "It seems to happen all the time lately," I said. "Words that I have used all my life won't come to mind when I need to use them. I hope I don't have Alzheimer's.
"The same thing happens to me, too," he responded. "The other day I was taking my walk and I spent the whole time trying to remember what kind of tree I was thinking of. After my walk was over, I remembered. It was a sycamore."
By this time I remembered the name for the object I needed: A spatula!
So I got to Walmart and found one, in no time at all. Only, guess what? It was labeled as a slotted turner! Then I didn't feel so bad about not remembering the word "spatula".
I have decided it isn't dementia that caused us to forget these words we have used all our lives; it's just the fact that those aren't words we use regularly, so our brains decided they weren't important. But you know, if it IS dementia, at least we will be losing our minds together.
Here's another thing. Cliff said at some point last night he woke up and didn't hear my usual snoring, and he said I felt "stiff". Yes, stiff. So he put his arm across me and left it there until he felt me breathing.
I do the same thing with him sometimes in the early morning... check to make sure he is awake. I was telling the grandson about this tonight and he said, "I would freak out if I woke up and thought Heather was dead!"
"But when you get to be our age," I told him, "You realize that you ARE going to die, and most likely one of you is going to die before the other one. That's when you start checking to see if they are still breathing."
It's true what they say. Getting old is not for the faint of heart.