My heart is breaking for you and my tears flow with resonation (if that’s not a word, it should be). To recognize and mourn the loss of a key part of your identity. . . I trust this obituary to your intellect is premature. I am glad you have people around you who love you.
Just my unprofessional opinion but perhaps adding a little red wine to the diet plus plenty of vegetables, salads and fruits couldn't hurt. And sardines. Don't forget the omega-3 acid in oily fish. Or salmon if you don't like small fish in cans.
I'm convinced we have more control over our health than the medical establishment would like to admit. I would be wary of a bunch of neurologists. An MD degree doesn't make one infallible.
Doctors, always dismissed for their atrocious writing by hand now have scribes on tablets to take notes. None of the pages are understood once printed and given. This “shows my age” - doctors used to explain it.
Be well. You are treasured by Jenny and many more, just differently.
Thank you, GK, for your humor and wonderful acknowledgment of the power of optimism. Sometimes you just have to wait awhile and the blank where the name of your building should be fills in. There’s so much in the brain of a sober, caring human after 82,3,4,5…. years that the new info just takes some time to rise to the top. You represent very well the hood that the heartland of America has to offer. Thank you.
I've had two bouts of transient global amnesia, which can be triggered by an especially strenuous effort or immersion in cold water, both of which applied, one including a long bicycle ride with competitive friends, the other roped to a speed boat with a wake board. Didn't know who I was or how I got there for an hour or two. The prospect of lack of responsibility for anything I might say or do was appealing but fleeting. The episodes were years apart and years ago. Now I simply have to remember why I've entered the room. My dad used to say that as he got older he'd found himself more and more concerned about the hereafter, as in, "What was I here after?"
So glad you're feeling better. Today's column suggests that all your wits are intact.
I came on a trick several years ago. That when you are going to a different room/area for something, then forget what it was, go back to that 1st room/area, and it will come back to you.
It's like every time you enter a new space, it's as if closing the door/memory of that space!
Just make note of it, remember & continue on your way to whatever it was you were after/going to do!
It works!!! And as you say, other stuff will come back to you as well. just give it some time.
When my eyes pop open in the morning, I thank God, my heart transplant doctors, and my donor family. Then I gather myself and my old cat, and we head to the kitchen for coffee and Keillor. Fifteen years. This is all gravy to me.
Glad you have your faith, Jenny, financial resources, and access to top medical care.
If it were not so, I would stop listening to you because I would be too concerned about your welfare all the time.
Love your Midwestern focus of course.
I had cancer once and what I missed the most was ability to give back. That period of illness instructed me on so much.
Now, when I hear of others distress, I am focused on what good I can do and how good I feel. No one could make me feel better, as they went about their day. I feel good, except I might have cancer again.
I heard all of those shows in the morning with your engineer and on Saturday Nights about every week. Got my Mom who was from Anoka on a farm on HWY 10 where she and her 12 siblings grew up without electricity or running water on land her folks rented turned on to your shows. Gave her alotta laughs and held her interest. I turned out ok. There ya go.
Join the crowd with your TIA!
Glad to know you’re doing good.
My heart is breaking for you and my tears flow with resonation (if that’s not a word, it should be). To recognize and mourn the loss of a key part of your identity. . . I trust this obituary to your intellect is premature. I am glad you have people around you who love you.
"Guilty as charged, Inciting uncontrollable laughter without recourse to a catchable breath or sarcastic barb!"
Keep the off-guard with your humor, Garrison; be it in the theaters or the ER room.
I knew a man
"Bojangles" and
He'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
Silver hair
A ragged shirt
And baggy pants
The old Soft Shoe
by Jerry Jeff Walker
Good morning Garrison. A very nice read this early morning out here on the eastern Nebraska prairie. Thanks, rr
Just my unprofessional opinion but perhaps adding a little red wine to the diet plus plenty of vegetables, salads and fruits couldn't hurt. And sardines. Don't forget the omega-3 acid in oily fish. Or salmon if you don't like small fish in cans.
I'm convinced we have more control over our health than the medical establishment would like to admit. I would be wary of a bunch of neurologists. An MD degree doesn't make one infallible.
Doctors, always dismissed for their atrocious writing by hand now have scribes on tablets to take notes. None of the pages are understood once printed and given. This “shows my age” - doctors used to explain it.
Be well. You are treasured by Jenny and many more, just differently.
Sweet and a helpful perspective on aging. You prove it can be done with grace and humor, and after all we are lucky to reach an age of maturity.
Thank you, GK, for your humor and wonderful acknowledgment of the power of optimism. Sometimes you just have to wait awhile and the blank where the name of your building should be fills in. There’s so much in the brain of a sober, caring human after 82,3,4,5…. years that the new info just takes some time to rise to the top. You represent very well the hood that the heartland of America has to offer. Thank you.
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I've had two bouts of transient global amnesia, which can be triggered by an especially strenuous effort or immersion in cold water, both of which applied, one including a long bicycle ride with competitive friends, the other roped to a speed boat with a wake board. Didn't know who I was or how I got there for an hour or two. The prospect of lack of responsibility for anything I might say or do was appealing but fleeting. The episodes were years apart and years ago. Now I simply have to remember why I've entered the room. My dad used to say that as he got older he'd found himself more and more concerned about the hereafter, as in, "What was I here after?"
So glad you're feeling better. Today's column suggests that all your wits are intact.
I came on a trick several years ago. That when you are going to a different room/area for something, then forget what it was, go back to that 1st room/area, and it will come back to you.
It's like every time you enter a new space, it's as if closing the door/memory of that space!
Just make note of it, remember & continue on your way to whatever it was you were after/going to do!
It works!!! And as you say, other stuff will come back to you as well. just give it some time.
When my eyes pop open in the morning, I thank God, my heart transplant doctors, and my donor family. Then I gather myself and my old cat, and we head to the kitchen for coffee and Keillor. Fifteen years. This is all gravy to me.
Glad you have your faith, Jenny, financial resources, and access to top medical care.
If it were not so, I would stop listening to you because I would be too concerned about your welfare all the time.
Love your Midwestern focus of course.
I had cancer once and what I missed the most was ability to give back. That period of illness instructed me on so much.
Now, when I hear of others distress, I am focused on what good I can do and how good I feel. No one could make me feel better, as they went about their day. I feel good, except I might have cancer again.
I heard all of those shows in the morning with your engineer and on Saturday Nights about every week. Got my Mom who was from Anoka on a farm on HWY 10 where she and her 12 siblings grew up without electricity or running water on land her folks rented turned on to your shows. Gave her alotta laughs and held her interest. I turned out ok. There ya go.
Garrison Keillor, one of the Creators success stories.