I don't know if I want to
address this issue as a senior moment but it was some kind of a
moment and it kind of freaked me out. I've been having some issues
with my bank account and when I went to try to work it out over the
phone last week it seems I had forgotten my “secret” word that
would allow the bank representative to work with me over the phone.
This was a security issue having nothing to do with my banking
questions. Anyway, I hate passwords, I am always forgetting
passwords, I don't think I am alone in this problem. What little I
have heard on NPR and other kind of talk shows everybody is
frustrated with forgetting passwords and being able to access their
accounts. I was given the option, since I could not answer the
security word, I can leave a call back request and someone from the
bank would call me back and help me work the problems I've been
having out or at least answer my questions. The only problem is that
the bank would have up to three days to get back with me over the
phone. Today was my toenail clipping day. I saddle up and head south
on real good road all the way down to 90th South which is
quite a ways down there. I know I will pass my bank and figure it
would be worth my time stop by the branch on the way back and get my
questions answered.
This is where gets kind of
weird for me. It must have been a slow day when I entered the bank
because one of the guys said that the desks waved me over when I came
in even though there was a teller open. No problem I thought and
cruised over to his desk. He is a great young man, and really went
out of his way to address my questions. We finally concluded I was
having to do some editing on my bank account and for some reason I
was asked to verify my age. I was suddenly struck with an almost
feeling of terror when it wasn't a matter of not knowing my age as
much as it was not knowing the year I was living in right now!
Luckily, this did not last long and I gave him my age but I wasn't
really sure if it was the right age. Many times I do this trek
subtracting my birthdate or birth year from the current year. Today I
could not locate the current year, just briefly. I really couldn't
securely say that it was 2019 are 2018! I I finally said 67, and
thank goodness that was the right birthday. Am I losing it? I've been
thinking a lot lately of the roaring 20s of the 19th
century. And somehow I'm just amazed that in two years it will be the
roaring 20s again acceptable be 2020. This threw me when he asked me
the year because somehow I was thinking that the 20s would start next
year. I was really relieved to find that I was one year less in age
than I thought. This happens a lot to me around this time of the
year. So I guess is nothing new, my confusion of age but still it
kind of freaks me out. I've become a bit more hypervigilant regarding
what I can remember and how well I can remember what I can remember.
What little research I've done indicates that folks with significant
head injury are candidates for Alzheimer's and other senior problems.
That's all I would need on top of everything else but seriously, I
think I would rather greet with open arms a good case of
Alzheimer's/dementia when cancer. I don't even know if this makes any
sense all I do know for a few seconds this morning I was really
scared.
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