As I sit here in my all together
Sipping my Saturday morning coffee,
I remember it isn’t Saturday, but Friday.
Anyway, the Goofy mug reminds me of
Days when I had gone mad.
Suffering from flu, barfing and shitting diarrhea,
I continued taking my diabetes med, Form… something,
Oh, now I remember, metformin,
Which lowered my blood sugar,
Which was non existant,
Which cause me no end of embarrasing behaviors,
Crying, delirious-ness, and general out-of-my-mindedness.
So I went to the hospital and they filled me with sucrose and sent me back to the motel,
We were at Disneyland at the time.
Whereupon I took my meds again,
and again I exhibited signs of distress,
Whereupon I was returned to the hospital
and filled with pot, potassium, that is.
I had had similar experince with black licorice,
but that’s another story.
So, why am I telling you this?
Oh, now I remember, this story is about memory.
It is not that I forget words, I just can’t find them.
When I do remember, I put another word easier to remember
in the cubby where it resides,
So it can redirect me to the word I couldn’t find, e.g.
I added “California” to the cubby and then
I wanted “Caledonia,” I found “California” which led me to “Caledonia!”
Similarly I couldn’t find “Kevin Costner,”
So I added “How much does Kevin Cost?” to be able to find “Kevin Costner.”
I also seem to be losing the ability to multi-task,
Get distracted and forget to turn or turn the wrong way.
Or forget to pickup my grandson from Boys and Girls Club
Because I have two other grandkids in the car after Little Gym
And I can’t find a parking place at Market of Choice because it’s Friday,
And family begins to suspect I am not to be depended upon.
So I’m sitting here sipping my Saturday (or whatever day it is) coffee,
Wondering what I am forgetting while I am sitting here in my all together.
Oh, yes, I forgot to get dressed.
– Small Town Boy