Is It Dementia Or?… Wth Did I Come in Here For?

It’s good to know the difference between ‘just a silly blip’ and ‘is my brain tapping out’.

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At least once a day, I walk into a room with a purpose, stop, stare at the wall blankly and ask myself, “Wait… what the hell did I come in here for?” Then I panic for 2.5 seconds.

Is this how it starts? The D word. Dementia. Brain Fog. Brain Mush.

And then there are those times when I look at my scooter and make sure I remember what all the buttons do. I would hate to be driving around, forget how to turn and end up at the bottom of a 200ft embankment.

That would be something I could see myself doing. Good times.

I’m always a little concerned about D and A (Alzheimer’s). Mom had it, Dad had it, Nonno had it. I mean, between my three sisters and me, I always feel that one of us is doomed, and it could be me.

Because of that, I’m hyper-aware times a million when I forget something or feel off.

And I’ve Googled — oh, how I’ve Googled. I need to know exactly what the signs are and if I’m well on my way to being spoon-fed mush, sitting in a diaper in a wheelchair, like my mom.