So I am thinking today that my mind has way too many compartments. It holds memories, plans, ideas and so much more that I couldn't begin to list all the ingredients that make up my mind. The question, though, is: Where is my mind? Yep, that's the 64 thousand dollar question. I used to know things. Now I think things. I am often sure that I have it right only to be shown that I got it all screwed up. Could be important or could be just something trivial, but it's always annoying. I hate being wrong at all, but mostly I hate being wrong when my mind thinks I am right! How does a simple memory become so confused or convoluted over time? I don't know, but it is infuriating.
I also lose things. I put things where I will be able to find them easily and then when I go to retrieve them, zappo! they have disappeared! I will usually eventually find them in some ridiculously obscure place. Obviously, someone moves them when I am not looking. I am thinking I need more security in this house.
By now you are, no doubt, thinking I am an aging woman who doesn't know she has dementia, but I think it is more likely that I have so many little things rattling around in my brain that I can no longer find a storage place for them. Or more likely, someone has moved them, while I wasn't looking into some obscure place. Maybe one day I will be able to Spring clean my brain. Tossing out the old unwanted stuff and organizing the important or relevant information into appropriate compartments.
That will be for another day...today is for relaxing and enjoying my delirium.