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Speaking My Mind
by Rosally Saltsman

There's something on my mind, but I forget what it is. I've always considered my mind one of my better features. But now I seem to be losing it. The guy at the health food store gave me some vitamin B pills to take. He says they increase blood flow to the brain, but I keep forgetting to take them.

A good friend tells me it's age and that she also keeps going into a room and forgetting what she went in there for. But I'm only in my early forties and I don't have that many rooms. My naturopath says it's stress. But I've always been stressed and although my responsibilites have grown over the years, so has my ability to handle them. So that should even itself out, shouldn't it?

It's frustrating to put something down and two minutes later, not remember where I put it and five minutes later, not remember what I was looking for. It's distressing since I do most of my work with my mind. What was I saying...? Right. It's a little late in my life to start relying on other muscles and appendages in my body to take over the workload. I needn't worry. I do have insurance if, for some reason, G-d forbid, I can't work. Whatever it is. But it's disconcerting when I consider what lies ahead if this is happening now. It boggles the mind.

Most people fear losing their minds because no one takes you seriously if you're a blithering idiot. If you say, "I have half a mind..." and mean it, you really don't have a leg to stand on. My mind is where a lot of good stuff is stored: my ideas, my emotions, my memories. Of course, there's some bad stuff there, too. Unfortunately, for some reason, that's the last thing I forget. It would be nice if, for example, I could forget a slight. But being slight, it doesn't take up much room...

As a teacher, I need to have all my faculites. As a writer, my mind can't be a blank page. As a mother, I need to remember what to remind my son not to forget. Have I used up all my gray cells already? Maybe it's a case of mind over gray matter. I don't do any of that stuff that kills off brain cells and I speak several languages, which is said to increase brain mass.

The truth is, I have a lot on my mind, so if I forget a thing or two, it can only relieve the burden. Mind you, I need to bear in mind the fact that I am only human. Maybe I'm expecting too much of myself. Perhaps I could convince my computer technician to give ME a memory upgrade. I don't think there was that much to remember before computers, but actually, I forget what it was like.

I'm sure everyone has a point. This temporary amnesia that hits me a dozen or so times a day is probably just the combination of stress and aging, sleep deprivation and lack of proper nutrients that affect many of us and the fact that I keep forgetting to take that little pink pill.

Maybe I should simply take a vacation. But I'm of two minds about that. I'll have to think about it later.

Just remind me...

 

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