My Mind Takes an Occasional Stroll Through the Brain Fog Wilderness

There are many unpleasant side-effects of aging. My back, which gives me fits due to an injury I suffered in a car accident at age 19, is growing more stiff and cantankerous with each passing year. My joints enjoy doing their popcorn popper impression a few times a week. I wear bi-focal glasses, but I can’t see my computer clearly with or without them. I’m going to ask my eye doctor about getting some mid-vision glasses for computer usage during my next appointment.

Of all the changes I’m encountering as I navigate middle age, it’s the sharpness of my memory that I miss the most. My mind likes to take a leisurely stroll through the brain fog wilderness every now and then. I don’t forget things all the time, but I forget them much more often now than during my youth. I realize that part of it is my age and the other part is the fact I’m a very busy woman.

I occasionally walk into a room and forget the reason I’m there. I’ve been losing things a lot lately. I spent four hours last night searching for something that I had misplaced. I found a hat, three pairs of sandals, and a brand new tube of hand cream that had been previously lost, but not that which I sought.

This morning I couldn’t find my allergy medicine or the new box of blood test strips that I bought last week. The test strips being lost is an annoyance, but I really need that Claritin right now. We are in the middle of allergy season here in the Ozarks. I ask myself if I’m really losing all of these things or if someone else in my house is moving them and failing to tell me. While it makes me feel better to believe that my husband or kids have been moving my things, I’m afraid it’s all on me.

I stopped by the store and bought new test strips and Claritin this morning. I replaced my other lost item while I was there, too. My lockable money box is that for which I’ve been searching. I only use it for sales, and I haven’t had one in a couple of years. I promised my daughter-in-law that she could use the money box this weekend, and I’ve looked in every logical and some illogical places to no avail.

I was feeling melancholy about all of this until a coworker walked into my office, looked around, and then asked me if I knew why he was there. He’s a year older than me. I feel much better knowing that I’m not alone in all of this brain fog. Many of us are wandering around in the brain fog wilderness together and wondering what we’re doing there. Thank you for reading Ozarks Maven! If you’ve enjoyed me little seeds of wisdom and joy, please subscribe to Ozarks Maven, Like Ozarks Maven on Facebook, or follow me on Twitter @OzarksMaven.

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