If I told you I had a memory problem would you look at me differently? Would you shy away from me? What if I told you I had a broken arm? Would you avoid me or would you offer to help? It’s different; but it isn’t. You may know that I struggle with memory issues. Heck, that’s the basis for my blog, right? I try to pepper my blog with memory tidblits as well as other mommy things that pop into my head and my life. But, I can’t ignore the obvious. I struggle, people. It’s always there: the forgetting.
To be sure, I’m still me; just forgetful. I like to laugh, I get mad (not too often), I love the wiggles, I read, and I forget. I’ve been to countless doctor’s appointments and prolly two years in, I still don’t have resolution, but I keep on plugging. It’s prolly not early onselt alzheimer’s although i am on the same meds that those patients take. i feel it helps. in my gut i think it’s thyroid, cuz i have all of the symptoms, but none of the right blood levels. nonetheless, i dont CARE what the diagnosis is. OK actually I DO care, but you know what i mean, right?
I want a name for it. that way i can plan. cuz planning’s what i do. i’ve been living in a sort of limbo for a while now and i hate it. HATE it. i can’t work full time because of my issues, plus i spend so much time running to appointments that what job would give me the time off? I need answers. Once I have an answer, then i can move forward. If it’s thryoid, then i can find the right dose of meds and feel better (hopefully). if its something more malicious then i can make plans for my kids’ future.
meanwhile, i’m still me. don’t shy away from me because i’m forgetful or moody or something. it’s not contagious.