Yesterday I couldn’t remember the year I was born. I was leaving a message and had to leave my birth date and literally kept stumbling on the year. I muttered stupid things like “ah ah I think it’s 1949, yea that sounds right, I think…" I’m sure the nurse I left the message for thinks I am ready for the Alz unit not to mention a wheelchair.
It’s hell to get old.
June - Rylee's "Graduation"
1 year ago
2 comments:
If it makes you feel any better I always get the years you and Dad were born mixed up too!
I am evening having trouble figuring out how old I am. Last semester one of my students in my class asked me and when I responded I somehow dropped three years - not on purpose either! It seems like once you get past those milestone birthdates, the rest just don't matter that much!
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