I am beginning to think that my brain is full. I don't think that I can store anything else inside my head. This would explain why I can remember things that happened thirty years ago but I struggle to remember what I had for dinner yesterday. There must not be any more room.
It's my own fault, really. I stored all of the wrong stuff inside my head when I was growing up and now there is no room for new stuff. I've tried to figure out how to "delete" facts and memories and other brain stuff out of my head but all of my efforts have proven to be futile. The problem is that I have things like television theme songs crammed into my cranium so I can't remember the person's name that I just met. When I go to remember his name all I can think of is, "Come and listen to a story about a man named, Jed..."
Thinking back, one of the things that I remember from Mr. Reed's Biology class was that the human brain is made up of 75% water. Just one more useless fact, from my past, that I can't seem to get rid of. Maybe if there was a way to drain out some of my "brain water" I would have room for some new stuff. Who knows? It's all very disturbing to me. Why did I waste my time learning about, and filling my brain with things like, the Loch Ness Monster and Ancient Alien Astronauts? Will those things help me find my keys or help me to remember where I parked my car? Unfortunately not.
Lately, my family has been telling me that I am beginning to repeat myself. For instance, a few weeks ago we must have been having a discussion about how the The Kirbarosa is haunted. I say, "must have been having" because I don't remember hearing or being a part of the conversation. Then, a few minutes later, I must have said something like, "You know, The Kirbarosa is haunted." Those closest to me also say that I can tell a story and then a little while later tell the same story as if I didn't remember telling it in the first place. To that, all I can say is, "You know, The Kirbarosa is haunted."
Just to be sure that I wasn't "losing my mind", I turned to the Internet in search of answers for my temporary amnesiotic moments. Going to one of the medical sites, I typed in all of my memory loss symptoms and waited for the possible causes of my memory malady. I have to be honest, I wasn't prepared for the news I received from my online diagnosis. Evidently, I have a brain tumor; or Alzheimer's disease; or dementia; or a yeast infection; or nothing. I apologize. I know it was silly for me to say that I had a brain tumor.
Now that I'm in my fifties, I am trying to make sure that I do everything I can to take care of myself. I am trying to eat right and get plenty of exercise. I really am taking better care of myself because I want to be around to dance at my granddaughters wedding. And since she is only 2 years old, I need to make sure that I am doing all I can to ensure my longevity. I also know that I need to take better care of my brain. After all, I want to be able to remember that I danced with her at her wedding.
Did I mention that The Kirbarosa is haunted?
Be Well.
Bill
