Yes, it happens to us all.
There are some plusses. Getting older often means you are getting wiser. But then, so much of the new learning is a result of fighting against the world and the people in it.
Let's take the world of medicine. We can't just believe what we are told. Our doctors prescribe medications our charts state we are allergic to. So we must be constantly vigilant about our medications. We must educate ourselves about medical procedures so we know what is best for ourselves and our families. Our doctors might be persuaded to prescribe a medicine or a test just because some smooth-talking "salesman" provided a weekend at a golf resort.
I'm digressing. My mother has been sick for a week. Very sick. Actually, she has been sick for most of her life, but its not until she becomes very ill that the rest of us really stop to think about it. She has had severe problems with high blood pressure, she has one functioning kidney & the other isn't so hot, artery issues, heart issues, skin cancer, severe acid reflux. . . . . . The woman refuses to go to the emergency room. Every time she or my dad goes into a hospital a whole garden of medical issues spring up. A trip to the hospital for "minor" surgery is bound to require the ambulance tote them back for a related issue a few days later. I can understand her reluctance to deal with anyone in the medical world.
So, I haven't felt too much like posting up some lively and amusing things here. Some of you may be thinking "she's never posting anything lively and amusing ". Oh well.
And what's this about one's brain losing bits of info. after one turns 40? Isn't this the kind of thing that happens in your 80's like my parents are now? What is happening to my brain? I just got a phone call while I was writing this post. I hung up and wandered off somewhere. I just happened to walk by the office then realized, "Hey. I was in the middle of writing a post." While I was on the phone, I realized I had forgotten to put a form into my daughter's backpack. Again. I forgot it yesterday and and the day before. I even put a sticky note on the back door next to the phone. I forgot to read the damn note.
And now, as I sit here in the office, I am reading another sticky next to the computer. It says "Walmart." What? Why? I never go to Walmart. Was I going to write a post about Walmart? Was I going to protest Walmart? Should I just throw this note away and not worry about it. I've been leaving sticky notes around like Hansel and Gretel left crumbs (have I got the fairy tale right). Only now, I forget to read them, and if I do read them, I can't remember what the hell they are about.
So, I'm going to wrap up this rambling post before I get up and wander off again an