I Forgot

remember me, won't you?
You know, if you can …

Listen. I’m having some health issues … again.

It seems to be a way of life for me.

I suppose it’s possible that I am just aging, and not doing it gracefully, but I don’t think so.

I’m sixty years old, I’ve gone from feeling like a forty year old (admittedly one with some arthritis) to feeling like an eighty year old in a matter of ten or so months. And I’m not happy about that.

So my doctor says …

After running some blood tests it turns out I’m lacking in iron and vitamin “D”. That’s the results of the first test.

I’m also supposed to be having a sleep test soon. They’re going to put me in a strange bed with electrode pads stuck all over me, in sheets I don’t know, in a room I’ve never been in, and all by myself … and then they’re going to see how well I sleep.

I’m pretty sure I won’t sleep well at all, but hey, I’m the guy who can’t nap during the day … unless you let me lie down on a hospital gurney in a noisy emergency department, then it’s lights out.

And that’s not all …

I told my doctor that I felt that my work was suffering. She asked in what way and I said I thought my cognitive abilities were lessened, my mind not as sharp, my vocabulary decreased.

She decided I needed a memory test. Fair enough, if whatever is wrong with me is affecting my cognition it stands to reason that my memory is also being affected.

She clicked on the button to start that process going, I sighed, she looked at me with concern, which made me feel a little better.

That was last week

Or … maybe the week before. Did I mention I’m not feeling very bright these days?

Yesterday, I got a phone call. It was the nurse that administers the memory tests at my clinic. She set up an appointment for me for today.

I’ve seen these tests performed before, or at least I’ve seen short versions of them performed. I’m not expecting to fail, whatever that might mean.

And yes

I’m aware that it is a gauge, not a pass or fail type of test. They’ll attempt to determine if I’m able to function, and I have no benchmark for them to go by so unless it looks like I can’t remember where I parked my car because I’m looking for the one that I owned ten years ago, they’re going to stick the results in my file and that will be that.

But This morning when I got up, I had to be reminded of my test.

I had forgotten it!

To some extent this is normal for me. I have ADHD, that messes with my memory.

Those of us who suffer with this disorder all know this.

And in addition to that, a lack of iron means my red blood cells are not as efficient at getting oxygen to my cells, including the grey ones.

So I’m hoping that my new iron supplements are going to help me out here.

Also, I’m planning my menu for dinner tonight … I’m thinking liver, spinach, and chocolate milk.

I Forgot

Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about having ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

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Babcock, K. (2019). I Forgot. Psych Central. Retrieved on February 20, 2020, from


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