My student burst out laughing and said “Norman! You are awful!”
I didn’t actually mean to be. My mind started on half a thought, my mouth decided it knew what the thought was and something totally different to what I had intended to say sort of ‘popped out’.
I went to see my GP (which simply means Doctor) some time ago. Rather worryingly I can’t remember why. I mean he is a nice chap and all that but I don’t really pay him social calls so there must have been a reason and, most likely, a medical one. He probably prescribed me some medication for what ever it was I went to see him about – well, shortly after expressing his surprise that I was still alive he probably prescribed me something or other.
The thing is I don’t remember what he prescribed me nor whether I ever took what ever it was he prescribed me. I have checked to make sure nothing has dropped off due to me not taking what ever it was for what ever I had ailing me but it’s hopeless really. I seem to have reached the age were I’d forget my own name if people didn’t say it to me often enough.
Now, what was I actually saying? See? Now I have to read it all from the start to remember! Perhaps I should go and see my doctor but, assuming I remember that I thought that and actually make an appointment I’d probably forget why I wanted to see him, get prescribed something or other that I’d either forget to take or accidentally give to the cats or something.
I do remember the last time I saw him I think I mentioned I was getting a bit absent minded.
“It’s just your time of life” he said
“Ten past two” I replied
“I didn’t ask you the time Norman I said it’s your time of life”
So you see. I remember daft details like that but have no idea why I went to see him other than to tell him what time it was when he didn’t actually ask me the time.
Now I know my general state of health is fine – mainly because I’m alive which is always a plus regarding your general state of health – but I think my mind has got a bit clogged up over the years.
I know that the late British actor David Niven was born in London and not Kirriemuir in Scotland as he claimed.
I know that David Caruso appeared in Hill Street Blues occasionally as a Shamrocks street gang member and was then in NYPD Blue with Dennis Franz who also appeared in Hill Street Blues as Detective Benedetto before reappearing on the Hill as Lt. Norman Buntz.
I can actually reel off the entire class register from my school days without a pause. All 32 boys in my class. How? Why? I have no idea. I never consciously decided to remember them all yet I can.
I think that’s my problem. My mind is so clogged up with obscure facts and memories that lots of things keep falling out as there isn’t enough room in there. This information would surprise many who actually think there’s enough room in my mind for a football field.
I actually read up on Alzheimers because I was starting to wonder – well I was when I remembered to – and was relieved to note that I am showing none of the symptoms. At least as far as I can remember I’m not.
Apparently, in a nut shell, Alzheimers sufferers often retain long term memories but struggle with the short term. They remember a pal from their teenage years who shows up but have no idea who their son or daughter or husband or wife is.
Bloody awful way to ‘lose it’ don’t you think?
Now why should I write about this? I’d tell you if I could remember – no – sorry – be serious Norman!
A letter dropped through my door today from ‘The Alzheimers Society’ asking for donations. On principle I only ever donate to animal or children’s charities. I’m breaking my principle.
My best pal from school’s mum has Alzheimers. She was like a second mum to me. Makes it a bit personal does that.
Keep remembering out there eh?