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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Scribble and Scrambles - Short Term uh, um Memory Issues...

It's not like my brain holds huge life altering information.

Definitely not worldwide altering.

I suppose forgetting things could make a difference on a local level. When I instruct my patients..."Take a normal breath in and out. Now a deep breath in and hold it." I suppose I could neglect to say "Okay." and really impact one poor person's life. They'd notice I forgot a detail as they turn blue, purple, and then pass out onto my cold linoleum floor.

But I'm talking about the information that flies in one eye, ear, nostril and out the other. I often have fleeting thoughts..."I should"...but by the time I get past the I should, I've already forgotten what goes with it.

Yikes. I even use my little purse notebooks. I have two now. What's next, wearing one around my neck on a chain like those cute little reading glass holders? That's bound to get a little crowded.

Okay. So now onto my post. Uh. Hmmm. Uhhh. Yeah. Have a great day.