At Times I Am Downright Maniacal

I have a good vocabulary and am a fairly good speller. Therefore, I tend to murder people on the Scrabble board. How fitting, then, that the best way I can describe my faltering memory is with a key component of my favorite game!

The doctor has me on a few meds. It’s cool, I admit it, no shame. But they have side effects. Whatever. As of right now the cure is better than the disease. One of the most notable side effects I’ve found (of the ones that I’ll talk about on a site read by my mother and father) is the deterioration of my memory.

I never had a great memory to begin with. It’s not a big loss. But the way it works now is silly. And that’s where Scrabble comes in. These days, each time I experience an event, it becomes its own isolated little thing. Like a letter tile. My memory is like the little velvet bag, stuffed full of these tiles. I can’t always remember which came first if both events are several days ago. Everything is jumbled together and it’s all I can do to puzzle out how the letters relate. The big problem is remembering who I talked to about what memory. My new catch phrase is “Did I already tell you that…?”

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