Halfheimers
Sitting at the desk, Lisa was struck with the realisation she was now more comfortable with a cotton sweater on over her clothes, even with the heater on. She spends time every day searching for her reading glasses, which she can't find without a pair of reading glasses, so, some days she is fucked. She prefer cats these days along with knitting in the evenings as she watches TCM. Words she used to know slip by unnoticed when she is talking or writing or simply thinking about the things in her life. Names become, "Honey" or "Dear"....searching for the real moniker is too difficult in her current state. She is over 45 now, and has become a victim of Halfheimers... not young, and not quite into full Alzheimer's state. Just enough over the border to amuse at times, and leave her shaking with fear of the future at others.
Sitting at the desk, Lisa was struck with the realisation she was now more comfortable with a cotton sweater on over her clothes, even with the heater on. She spends time every day searching for her reading glasses, which she can't find without a pair of reading glasses, so, some days she is fucked. She prefer cats these days along with knitting in the evenings as she watches TCM. Words she used to know slip by unnoticed when she is talking or writing or simply thinking about the things in her life. Names become, "Honey" or "Dear"....searching for the real moniker is too difficult in her current state. She is over 45 now, and has become a victim of Halfheimers... not young, and not quite into full Alzheimer's state. Just enough over the border to amuse at times, and leave her shaking with fear of the future at others.
11 comments:
There's one little "slip" in there -- or was it intentional? The line where third person changes to first person.
I am still in my 30s (barely) and have cultivated a belief in the hereafter, defined by my walking into a room, stopping cold, and saying, "What the hell did I come in here after?"
Whoosh. Almost there.
Now dear child what did you say your name was?
Clever - honest look at a part of aging. Good post.
I just HATE being called honey! I liked this piece. This week I'm fast finding out what I have to look forward too!
This has a ring of familiarity to it! Help!!!
What did I come in here for? Oh yeah ... Sunday Scribblings! LOL!
I've discovered there are many things which contribute to 'Halfzheimer's' - which is a lovely word, by the way. Lack of sleep, hormonal disruption, prescription drugs, underactive thyroid, fibromyalgia .. oh, I'll just stop there. Don't want to go frightening the youngsters!
Let's just say I recognise your character's condition. I'm over fifty, myself. ;)
I already Brain Bad on too many days...uh-oh.
I'm only 30, and more often than not, I'll walk from one room to the next and forget what I was looking for. Or I'll pick up the phone to call someone and spend the next 20 minutes trying to figure out who, then why I was going to call them.
I adore the word Halfzheimer's by the way! Where I'm from, honey and dear are the only names some of us know. My husband is the only person that calls me by my given name. I jumped over here from Thom G's blog. Have a great day!
She spends time every day searching for her reading glasses, which she can't find without a pair of reading glasses, so, some days she is fucked.
How close to heart that line is. Not being able to find the thing, because you need it to find. How ironic, bizarre... and sad.
having been witness to the quin great glasses hunt... one pair on the head another in the pocket and another still in the purse.... This made me chuckle hugely. Not that I am immune to this syndrome as Quin will confirm. (by the way I have found 2 pairs of your
readers here since you left!!)
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