I’m getting disoriented lately and I am worried.
Today I was loading my truck at my brother’s apartment complex. I had borrowed a lamp and I was fitting it into the back seat. As I did so I blanked out. I couldn’t picture where I was supposed to go. Where am I going? Where an I going? I couldn’t conjure in my mind my apartment complex which was only a mile away. For at least forty-five seconds I was completely and totally blank. I knew where I was but I had no idea of where I should go next.
Becoming forgetful is part of old age but this was something different. This incident made me recall that lately I have been going into my favorite supermarket and coming to a halt at the head of an aisle. I will look around for several seconds with no thought in mind. I know where everything is in this supermarket and I know what I need. Yet in the last two weeks I would halt now and then, just looking and thinking of nothing.
The other day I went to an outdoor mall that I am not very familiar with. I parked in a parking lot I don’t normally use. When I finished shopping I could not find my truck. That normally wouldn’t send me into a panic but this time the stress was much deeper.
I’m used to deep woods hiking and cross country travel. I don’t always use trails. I’m also used to off-pavement travels with my truck. I can get out of the wilderness. This time, however, was different. For the first time I got out my iPhone and asked Siri to locate my truck, not knowing if it could. Siri did find my truck and gave me a map with which some effort I followed.
My Grandfather and my Mother both died of Alzheimer’s. I’m nearly 62. And I’m worried.
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