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Glog
forgetti
colonnos
alzh
beeechuys
I don't know what any of the words mean.
So it might take me a while.
As I fell asleep while 'reading' to WonderBoy over the past 10 ten days and nights, (I told him that Lulu can SO read with the book stuck on her nose!) great blog posts and stories swirled around in my head. I mean - I was on fire with the ideas! So I left some paper and a pen on my nightstand to make sure that I captured them all.
I just found it - the list - under the forgotten bowl of cheerios on the screened porch. Which had been rained on - but the ants still found it - the cheerios and milk, I mean. And the ants started calling in their ant friends for a rave. Or a twitter. Whichever. Whatever deck ants are doing these days. I shut the door and let them have at it. Teen ants deserve a summer break too.
But to the point....
The ink ran a bit, but the list is still readable - if I spoke Frenish. Or Germish.
But now I'm really afraid that I'm forgetting stuff because I read a book on early-onset Alzheimer's disease on the flight back from the MyFriendTeri and Lulu trip and I'm sure that I have it.
(caveat. Not making fun of anyone with this disease. My father-in-law - and our family by osmosis - suffered from it for 5 years before he died).
I'm always sure that I have the worst disease or ailment no matter the symptom, which I can really really freak out with because my first job was in healthcare and I know all the big words and symptoms and stuff. So I don't have a headache, it's an arteriovenous malformation. It's not gas, my gallbladder is about to blow. It's not a stomach ache, it's my appendix. (Oh wait, that did happen. Another story - hey!! I'll add it to the list!)
So of course, I'm forgetting what I wrote down at 2 am after going Mach 3 with a four-year-old all day? Yeah, it's......what is it again? The forgetti disease.
Forgetti disease! That's on the list, right?
