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I’m starting to get a little worried here. Three days ago I lost control of my car and now I feel like I’ve lost control over my mind. This morning I dropped off my car to be fixed at the mechanic close to work. At 6pm, I realized that they hadn’t returned my keys and they all had left for the day. I didn’t get upset. Everyone in my office said to call them at home and make them come back or ask for gas money or carfare. They couldn’t understand why I wasn’t more upset. My response was, “Would any of those things get me home or change what has happened?” So I shrugged it off. I started to figure out how many buses and transfers it would take to get home. I called my sister and she insisted on coming to pick me up. She thought she found a spare key to my car in my house but alas it was not. So we rode home together, leaving my poor vehicle abandoned to the cruel city elements.My sister is an amazing woman (like my mom). She will rally behind the family, go the extra mile and always be counted on to go above and beyond the call of duty and expect nothing in return. She has done more for me in my life than anyone (except of course, yep, mom).
We had some nice time to catch up during the long car ride. When she dropped me off, I started to walk up to my house. I reached into my pocket and took out the house keys only to realize those are the very same keys that sport the ignition key. The words, “I’m an idiot” were played on a permanent loop this night. So the keys were returned to me after all. For some reason, I never even checked my pocket even though I went to see where the mechanic parked my car. Worse than that, I have absolutely no recollection of him handing me the keys. He did stop in a few time to ask me what tires I wanted and how much I was willing to spend. I recall giving him some free photos but the hand-off…well, that must have been so smooth that even I don’t recall it.
Somehow, I managed to keep my cool, not take out my frustration on my little ones and got them all to bed quite smoothly and tenderly. Then I again tried to find the best bus route to work because there is no way in hell I was going to ask my sister to go out of her way for my incompetence. But as usual God sends His salvation and today his name is NJG. I want to thank NJG for offering to take me to work in the morning. You’re a true friend. This Bud’s for you…
I’m too embarrassed to tell my sister what transpired, especially considering the inconvenience I put her through (one of her cars was in the shop and her large family was vying for evening use of the car). I’m worried that I have so many things to attend to, that I’m going to forget something important. Which reminds me of another incident a week ago. (You see, it took until this late in the evening, after writing this post for me to make this other connection, ugh). I put milk in a pot on the stove to make farina for my daughter. I went out to feed the cat and my son came running to the door to say the pot was on fire.
Apparently it overflowed and the residue in the aluminum piece beneath the burners caught fire. I just had to blow it out. Later that same day I left the toaster on at work and burned my food.I’m beginning to feel like I’m becoming a danger. Could this be what Alzheimer’s patients experience in the early stages? I’m angry with myself; disappointed that I’m not multi-tasking as successfully as I had in the past. I’m losing it. What is scarier is that I don’t feel it until well after it’s too late.
Calgon take me away…
Calgon take me away…
