1. Every night (and every afternoon nap) I dream of a variety of situations that I find myself in when I have to go to the bathroom - and then I wake up, realizing I really DO have to go to the bathroom.
2. What was once gloriously comforting in the mornings -a steaming mug of coffee to start the day - I can no longer bear to smell (or be near while husband is drinking it).
3. I open the microwave or freezer or cupboard door and think, "Wait, what am I doing in here?"
4. Forgetfulness continues in a harsher way:
A few weeks ago Jim asked me, "Why isn't the umbrella stroller in the back of the car anymore?"
I replied, totally baffled, "What?!"
And then the light dawned.
Three days (3 days!) earlier I had parked on the street downtown to take Gemma to the library, as usual, and after leaving the library and returning to the car, we packed up and came home. Leaving the stroller on the sidewalk.
5. "Food...food...food...What food is next on my list to consume?" (the refrain echoing through my head every two hours.) Common answers: Cereal. Tea. Muffin. Cereal. Granola bar. Okay, I'll try a piece of fruit now.
6. 8 PM rolls around and I stumble downstairs, flop on the couch, and groan to Jim, "Is it bedtime yet?"
7. I can smell the fake, nauseating 'charcoal' burgers from Burger King a mile away in our neighborhood, depending on the day's breeze.
8. Hmm...to button or not to button these jeans, that is the problem.
9. Jim and I find ourselves once again ruminating on the family tree and the names of all our grandparents and great-greats.
10. "Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum": 160 beats per minute!
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Do these sound vaguely familiar to
2 years ago?