I may be losing my mind. I'm actually a bit scared.
I was driving up St. Mary's Street recently and passed by one of DJ's best friend's house. I looked at the house and could picture the girl who lived there, but her name escaped me. I couldn't come up with it - a kid that my daughter hangs out with a lot! A kid I really like!
I glanced in the back seat at Michelle - "What's the girl's name that is DJ's best friend at school?" I inquired in a panic.
"Kimmey?", she asked as if I had just fallen out of a tree.
"Yea. Yea. Kimmey."
She frowned. I sped up.
Three days later, as I was trying to fall asleep, it popped in my head, You don't know your pin number. The four digit code I'd had since I was 16 was gone, lost in a cerebral brain fart. I thought I'd remembered it and dozed on off. The next day I realized I had not remembered. I drove up to the ATM and punched in a series of four digits. I was denied my cash.
I punched in a different code. The machine scoffed.
Time three and time four were no better. I called the 800 number on the back of my debit card. Apparently no one, including myself, knew that number. It's encoded in the strip on the card. I held the card to my forehead - to no avail. I was about to lose something that brought me much comfort. It was like I had forgotten my child's birthday.
What in the heck is going on? Do I have a brain tumor? Is early onslaught Alzheimer's headed my way? Hardening of the arteries? A nervous breakdown? I got no idea.
A friend suggested that maybe I was on overload. Can that cause you to forget things that should be embedded into your brain?
I've been out-of-town some portion of every weekend since late May. On Saturday, we got home at 11:30 pm from a great overnight at the lake. On Sunday I taught Sunday School, mowed, edged, and blew the yard, cleaned out the gutters and swept off the roof, rode bikes with Michelle, took two to the pool, helped a friend move a table, shopped for groceries, cooked dinner for the extended family, knocked out four loads of clothes for the four-week summer camper, addressed six thank you notes for DJ and wrote two blog posts. I snuggled with my girls and put them to bed. Finally, I sat down and drank a beer.
As I was falling asleep, I remembered my pin.
I guess I'm suffering from brain delay. It's all still in there, just going to take a few days to pull it out.