Things Dani doesn't remember
My partner Dani works at
an Alzheimer's residence. Contrary to popular belief, Alzheimer's
disease is apparently contagious.
Some things she doesn't remember:
Dani doesn't remember which movies we've
seen. Well, sometimes she says she knows she saw this one or
the other, but she can't remember what it was about or who was in it.
But she's sure she saw it. Or maybe one with a similar title.
Dani doesn't remember where she put her
phone. That's why you get the voice mail and then we call you
back a few minutes later when we've figured out where the beeping is coming
Dani doesn't remember how long we've been
together. She's sort of in a safe zone at the moment because
she can say "about 3 years." Unfortunately, she doesn't remember
whether she's rounding up or down. (Correct answer: >3.5 years.)
Dani doesn't remember where she put the
receipt. Let's just say I've had to ask her many, many times,
but the answer is always the same.
Dani doesn't remember who those people
are in many of the photos in her albums. Unlike my compulsive
mother and I, Dani never bothers to write anything on the back of the photo
to remind herself in, say, the week or so it took her to develop the pictures
just who those people were.
Dani doesn't remember how many orgasms
she's had after the first one. And it isn't like we're talking
double digits here, so come on! (No pun intended.)
Dani doesn't remember the last couple loads
of laundry. One is still in the washing machine. The other
is in the dryer. Hopefully the latter is dry and okay, but the former
needs to be washed again because it sat there getting moldy for a week.
On a related note, Dani doesn't remember
to empty the lint trap on the dryer, so my fears of burning to death
in my sleep aren't completely unfounded.
Dani doesn't remember that she has Scotch
tape at home... so she buys another roll of it. And another.
And another. (We're up to 7 rolls... or a lifetime supply in most
Dani doesn't remember where the trash can
is in the kitchen most mornings. She has never asked me to find
it for her or anything like that, but there is abundant evidence of some
sort of lapse... usually in the form of the plastic milk bottle ring being
left on the counter. Perhaps the problem is with her eyes?
I don't know.
(There are more things, of course. But
she has forgotten more things than I can remember.)
Dani doesn't remember my birthday, or at
least she completely forgot it once. The whole morning of mine
I kept saying things like "Could you make me breakfast in bed like it was
my birthday?" and "Could you give me a massage like it was my birthday."
Her response was to tell me to go fuck myself; I didn't deserve anything
special. The guilt set in around 2pm when it finally dawned on her
what the date was.
Here's the face Dani made when
I read her this list... It's unforgettable.
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