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 Each day is new; my recollection of the previous day is minimal. I’m learning to adapt. |
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Following a severe seizure, an MRI revealed a tumor the size of a lime in my brain. September 2019 is when this occurred. Situated one inch left and seven degrees from the center of my brain, the tumor touched the hippocampus. The part of the brain that handles language and memory. When someone wants to know how I am doing? My reply is, “Seven Degrees Left of Center”. |
| I have neglected my fountain pen collection for the past several months. I have also neglected my snail mail friends. Well, on Monday, I started cleaning the pens and writing letters to those neglected friends. So far, two letters have been completed. Seems I should have done more than that by now. My therapist encouraged me to get going again. Like any muscle, the writing you stop using, you start losing. So, keep on writing. |
| I start each day by reviewing notes from the previous day and the days before. My memory gap is about five days. Something that happens today will not be processed immediately. After five days, the memory moves from the broken short-term memory storage to the long-term memory library. The challenge is learning and adapting to the disconnect. Writing regularly helps. Reviewing and rewriting the things I want to remember. Advanced planning is also a valuable tool. Planning a task a week in advance will help process through the gap. This increases the odds I will remember what I need to when I need to. |
| Today, I was not a good steward of my time. However, I did finish reading a book. Other than that, it was a set on my ass day. The rain didn't help. Yet, I had the opportunity to write and chose not to. Since I have a hard time remembering yesterday, I need to stay on a routine. The routines are what get me through each day. I have to admit it gets exhausting sometimes. I need to stop complaining. Alas, I will not remember today tomorrow anyway. Still, it is crucial to be a good steward of time. Once it is gone, you will never get it back. Try to spend it wisely. |
The generations do change. What was once "cool" is now "fire." At least according to my grandson. When did I find this out? This 4th of July. My grandson kept saying, "That's fire." When in reality something "cool" happened. A complete role reversal has taken place with these words. And here, I thought he was referring to the fact that fireworks, well, are literally fire? Anyway, we had a fabulous 4th of July that was both "cool" and "fire" depending on your birth date. |
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