I don't understand why I am still here. Thought my blood pressure would have killed me years ago. That sound of blood rushing in my ears? The doctor said it wasn't anything to worry about. I thought I was going to have a stroke every time I heard it. He was right, nothing ever happened.
My memory isn't what it used to be. At first, I couldn't recall names. I would get to the grocery store. If I didn't have a list, I was in trouble. Then, I forgot that I had a list. Made sense to buy orange juice and milk, since that seemed to be what I always needed. After a few weeks, my refrigerator was full of orange juice and milk containers. I knew I wouldn't run out, so I left them. I suppose now, I would have to sheepishly admit that you have to remember they are there in order to throw them out.
Memory is like long tentacles that reach out through my thoughts. I can grab this or that from my past and present as I need. One day, some of the tentacles seem shorter. I can't quite find a word, or a name. Later, it comes to me. My doctor said this is nothing unexpected at my age.
The tentacles shorten slowly and steadily. I know those parts of me are still there, those memories, those facts, but I can't find them. More and more disappear. I'm worried. Where is my checkbook? I have to pay my bills! I call my niece, who tells me she has the checkbook and is paying the bills.
But then, I call her again the next day. She tells me she has the checkbook. Didn't she tell me that yesterday? I think so. I can't remember completely, but I think so.
Seems to take awhile, but the tentacles are gone. All I have is the big octopus body sitting in the middle of my head. I can remember some things and I don't know how I do that. Some things are automatic. Eating isn't a problem. The woman who hands me yarn and needles seems to like what I knit. I had forgotten I could knit. I just don't think about it, and there it is. Most days, I can't remember having cast on. I'm sure I've picked up someone else's knitting, but no one seems to be complaining. I'll just keep knitting.
I have some pain in my stomach. The nurse tells me I'll be taken in an ambulance to the hospital to see what is causing the pain. I hope it's nothing serious. I've had a good life. I'm ancient. I think I'm 92. Maybe I'm 95. No matter.
I hope they give me dinner tonight at the hospital.