I walk into a room and not know why. I go round looking for my glasses, while wearing them. I have to make a cutting action with my fingers when looking for scissors, or I’ll forget what I am looking for. I have stopped on the stairs, to wonder what I am going for, then realised I have forgotten where I was coming from. If I close a book without a bookmark, I cannot find the page I was on. I cannot tell you what I had for breakfast. I cannot tell you when I last took any tablets. I rarely know what day it is, or the month, or the year. When asked my age I have to start by asking the current year and month and then working it out.
And I have been like that ever since I was a teenager, 40 years ago.
AllishaDawn over 5 years ago
I’ve done that, and I’m not even 40 yet.
kfccanada over 5 years ago
Boredom, perhaps???
The Reader Premium Member over 5 years ago
So just don’t do anything!
nosirrom over 5 years ago
This is one I can comment on. Uh .. what was I doing?
zzeek over 5 years ago
Memory loss, forget about it!
micromos over 5 years ago
Memory is the 2nd thing to go and I cant remember what the first one is.
cuzinron47 over 5 years ago
That’s especially disturbing when you’re sittin’ on the throne.
chief over 5 years ago
You’re really getting bad when you are looking for the mate to the sock you are holding and it’s already on your foot!
Happy, happy, happy!!! Premium Member over 5 years ago
Me.
Lightpainter over 5 years ago
Did you forget you already told us that? :D
ElGato over 5 years ago
Thee are memory supplements he could take. Some help – Some don’t! I take one and it helps me. It’s not 100% but it is better than nothing.
patlaborvi over 5 years ago
The last time I saw my mother her memory was so bad that every fifteen minutes she’d look at me and ask, “Who are you again?”
No New Wars almost 2 years ago
I walk into a room and not know why. I go round looking for my glasses, while wearing them. I have to make a cutting action with my fingers when looking for scissors, or I’ll forget what I am looking for. I have stopped on the stairs, to wonder what I am going for, then realised I have forgotten where I was coming from. If I close a book without a bookmark, I cannot find the page I was on. I cannot tell you what I had for breakfast. I cannot tell you when I last took any tablets. I rarely know what day it is, or the month, or the year. When asked my age I have to start by asking the current year and month and then working it out.
And I have been like that ever since I was a teenager, 40 years ago.