I have been feeling old lately. No, it's not because I turned 40 this past summer, I probably haven't even lived half my life yet. And no, it's not because I am finding a random gray hair, they make me look distinguished...lol. It has everything to do with my memory. I am developing what I call "Sometimers". I forget some things some of the time. It is not terrible yet, but I actually had to break down and buy a pill sorter because I was not remembering if I took my allergy meds any particular morning.
What is a pill sorter you ask...it is a container that has indications on it for each day of the week so you can put that day's allotment of pills in it. And I had to buy one! And I am only 40! Every time I pull out the pill sorter, I feel like I am 75. Pretty soon I will be repeating myself (wait, my kids already say I do), using a walker with tennis balls on the bottom (not there yet), and cursing at kids that walk across my lawn (don't witness that too often). Maybe I should just take up knitting and bingo. But knitting takes memory I think, pearl 1, pearl -what number was I on? Crap, I'm screwed. I think it's time for a drink. Where did I put that bottle?