Declining memory is a function of middle age, but one of the features of my odd mix of health problems is what feels to me to be a severe decline in memory.
I have always been bad with both names and faces, and now it is worse than ever. I’ll never forget, though, the time I was walking around the block and saw a neighbor I hadn’t seen for maybe a year. I didn’t recognize her. I greeted her as if she was new in the neighborhood. She lived next door.
Talk about a faux pas. Sorry, Karen!
The problem is health-related. The impact is social. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen but not recognized people who think I should remember them.
So if you see me at the post office or around town, and I act like I don’t know you (e.g. I don’t look at you or just give you a short shy smile), please re-introduce yourself.
You might make my day.