Google is both a wonderful and curse-worthy thing. On the one hand, I can find out the address, phone number and even the date of a grandparent’s death for just about anyone. On the other hand, I can diagnose myself with life-threatening illnesses.
Most recently, I have diagnosed myself, and my mother, with early onset Alzheimer’s. I shouldn’t place all the blame on Google, a good portion of my realization stems from the book I’ve been reading (and highly recommend), Still Alice, by Lisa Genova.
In the book, main character Alice, becomes unusually forgetful and confused. Just in her early 50s, she would never attribute these memory lapses to Alzheimer’s. Yet, when her doctor makes the diagnosis, all the pieces click together.
My mom is very forgetful, hence the post-it notes growing up. Sometimes she’ll ask me the same question three times in an hour, just like Alice. I’ve written before about my ever-decreasing memory. And it’s only getting worse! I’ll go to my company intranet, only to forget what I even went there for. I have extreme trouble recalling what I ate for breakfast or what I wore to work the day before. I’ll forget names of places I’ve known forever!
Clearly my mother and I have early-onset Alzheimer’s. What else could it be? Google tells me it’s true!
But my doctor says it’s stress.
And so does my mom.
And I guess they have more credibility than Google search.
For now I’ll shift my focus to the brain tumor Google tells me I have…
When I was younger, no matter what I asked my mom, she would always answer with “leave me a note to remind me.” Sometimes the note leaving was appropriate:
Me: “Mom, will you buy toaster strudels at the grocery store?”
Mom: “Sure, leave me a note to remind me.”
Other times, not so much:
Me: “Mom will you leave the milk out when you’re done with it?”
Mom: “Sure, leave me a note to remind me.”
I’m serious! And if you whined too much about leaving yet another note she’d fire back and tell you her memory was bad and she needed the notes or she wouldn’t do it.
For years I thought this was just her way of executing a mean mom conspiracy. She’d make me and my sister leave all these little notes and she’d save them in a shoe box and laugh at how she was able to get us to do it all (and her laugh would be evil!).
I held onto this mean mom conspiracy theory until a few weeks ago. Within one week I managed to lose:
- my license
- a receipt I needed to expense at work
- my gym receipt I needed to get credited
- a check for work
- a cardigan
- 2 stamps
Oh dear. I am losing my memory and becoming my mother.
After all these years I finally get it. Losing your memory SUCKS. I leave myself a million post-its throughout the day and write things on my wrist in case I lose the post-it. Like my mother, if it’s not written down, it’s likely it won’t get done.
Today, I mailed out a letter but forgot to put the letter in the envelope.. I mailed an empty envelope.
If someone is trying, with good intentions, to make your life easier, you must say thank you even if they didn’t help you as much as you would have liked. If a small toddler tried to help you carry the laundry upstairs but ended up dropping most of it, you would still thank them for their effort. If a co-worker tried to help you by organizing some files but accidentally messed up a few, they still need to be thanked for their effort and their attempt to make your life easier.” – via www.smartprettyandawkward.com
I absolutely, positively, 100 percent HATE doing dishes. hate it. I’d rather scrub the bathtub, toilet and floors before doing dishes.
growing up, my mom would leave little post-it notes for me or my sister “Allie, do the dishes and take out kitchen garbage” seems like a simple, easy-enough task. nope. I’d start the dishes (after only a few minutes of groaning) and within 3 minutes my mom would be in telling me what I was doing wrong. “you need to fill the entire left side of the sink with water and let them soak before you do the dishes” “don’t let the water run constantly allison, it’s a waste” “these look good but, they’re really spotty… rinse them again”
AHHHH. no matter how you did the dishes in my house, you could never do them right! It got to the point where I couldn’t stand doing the dishes. I would throw a fit and come up with every excuse possible to try and get out of it.
Molly’s piece of advice from www.smartprettyandawkward.com reminds me of why I hate doing the dishes. Maybe if my mom had stopped for a minute (although I’m sure she’ll say she did… ) and just said thank you for doing the dishes, without adding in everything I was doing wrong, I might not dread the dishes so much!
(the whole thing also could’ve been solved if we had just had a dishwasher!!)