Friday Fictioneers
What's happening to me. Words once flowed from my mind in an endless stream. Now they don't. I just sit here fiddling with pens, screwing up paper and bending paper clips. We used to go a club on Mondays and sit in a circle reading stories we'd written. Or was that Tuesdays? We did, didn't we? Yes, I remember standing in the centre and reciting a poem. That was me, wasn't it? Or was it you?
It's Thursday tomorrow I think. I hope so because we do something special on Mondays. We go to a club. Don't we? Or is that Fridays?
Sorry, do I know you?
Sorry, do I know you?
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Is old age catching up or is it Alzheimers?
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A combination of the two I suspect. Thanks Mrs D
DeleteThis sounds terrifying... I have seen it happen to my mother.
ReplyDeleteIt must be so upsetting.
DeleteI often forget days and dates. But your tale is terrifying, indeed. Hope he/she has a friend or a family member, he/she can count on.
ReplyDeleteI would like to think so. Thanks for dropping by moon.
DeleteI often wonder .... do I forget because I am old or is it because often I am not interested.
ReplyDeleteLoved your take on this one.
I often ask myself the same question! Thanks so much.
DeleteI hate dementia, mainly because I have to watch my Mom slowly lose her memories.
ReplyDeleteI'm really sorry James. Unimaginable
DeleteBrilliant.
ReplyDeleteThanks Louise
DeleteThis was beautiful. The point at which memories start to blur. Very moving writing, Keith. Cheers, Varad
ReplyDeleteThere but for the grace.... Thanks Varad
DeleteYesterday was a holiday. Today seems like Monday--the second one this week. Sometimes the days get away from me too. My father had dementia. He could care less what day of week it was.
ReplyDeleteYou and me too! I guess your father was blisssfully unaware of what others saw as a problem. Cheers Russell
DeleteDear Keith,
ReplyDeleteFunny and sad all at the same time. Wonderfully written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much Rochelle
DeleteBeautifully done, Keith, funny and tragic.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Iain
DeleteOnce I retired I stopped worrying what day it was. I just keel a couple of atomic clocks around.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Once retired it doesn't matter anymore. Cheers Denise
Deletethat's sad... sadder still for those who know her.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, and it's far too common.
DeleteSo hard on the others... once the memory is totally gone. It's the in-between that shares the bejeezus out of me. And must be so very frustrating for the one suffering the memory lapses...
ReplyDeleteVery good point Dale. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteI forget the date when I have to fill forms but cellphone becomes handy.It is tough when losing memory starts with advancing age. I have seen my aunt suffer and her caregivers too.
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Gladly I've not witnessed it in those around me. I only hope it stays that way.
DeleteHi Keith!
ReplyDeleteI hope you are doing okay. I hope this makes you feel better - I have nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award https://akprowling.wordpress.com/2017/07/05/i-won-an-award/
Take care!
Love,
Anjali
Oh wow! Thanks so much Anjala
DeleteI feel like that all the time! :D
ReplyDeleteHaha! What did you say?
DeleteOnset of dementia, or could thus just be depression?
ReplyDeleteI'm leaving it to the reader to interpret it as they wish. Thanks Reena
DeleteThat's very sad. I hope his friends still visit him and take him to the club, even if he can't always remember.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to think so. Cheers Alistair
DeleteThe voice in this was very good. Not self pitying, just puzzled, questioning. Excellent! And the repetition worked really well, going full circle like that.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra. That is how I visualised the character. Thanks for your kind words.
DeleteI remember laughing about forgetfulness not so long ago, now it is just plain scary.
ReplyDeleteMe too! Thanks Dahlia
DeleteThis is really good! I feel this same way so many times. People say "It's just our age. I forget too," but I'm not totally reassured. I still think the chemo last year punched holes in my brain.😥
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. I hear that often myself!
DeleteI think this is pretty much one of the most terrifying events I could imagine. You've written it out well.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thank you Sascha
DeleteSad...but so true to life.
ReplyDeleteSadly so. Thanks Dawn
DeleteI feel for Swallow. That's tough. My partner, whose memory has declined, also thinks open heart surgery took some IQ points. Hard to say. But I got griped at for saying "I told you already" one too many times. ~hangs head~ It's frustrating on both sides. I can only hope not to go this route. Well done! You really got us readers thinking.
ReplyDeleteIt must be so difficult, I can only imagine. Writing on a subject I've never encountered was a bit of a gamble. Thanks Darla
DeleteI forget things sometimes but the information comes back later. That's old age not Alzheimer's. I know because my mother had Alzheimer's and things didn't come back. Not many knew about Alzheimer's when my mother began to be effected. It was a slow process and I don't think she realized what was happening. It must be terrifying for some people who are fully aware what's happening. Good writing, Keith. ---- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteI know excatly what you mean. I do get very frustrated when I forget thingsthat I shouldn't, but I always remember minutes later - although sometimes with the help of Google! Thanks so much Suzanne
DeleteThis is sad and frightening. You describe the confusion so well. And the greatest pain, only mentioned briefly, is the loss of creativity.
ReplyDeleteTo me that is probably the scariest part. Thanks for dropping by.
DeleteOh dear! Reading this after a weekend with my elderly OH and even more elderly mother is far too close to the truth.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully written, Keith. A beautiful mix of humour and sadness.
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