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It happened again.
At least, it seems like it.
The other day, we went to the store to buy cornmeal because I wanted to make funchi (the Caribbean version of polenta). I didn’t like the brand they had (store brand, bigger bag than I needed, no ingredient list) and spent some time hunting for alternatives, but without any luck. Finally I gave up and grabbed a bag of the store brand. I put it into our cart with the few other things that we had picked up.
On our way to the cash, PH asked “weren’t you going to grab the cornmeal?”
I gave him a strange look. “I already got it. It’s under the pita bread.”
“Oh, okay, I didn’t see it,” said PH.
Today I went to make the funchi, but I couldn’t find the cornmeal. I didn’t remember unpacking it, now that I thought back, either.
“I can’t remember where I put the cornmeal,” I said to PH.
“Are you sure you got the cornmeal? I never saw it.”
“Of course I did,” I said. “I went to get it right before we headed for the bakery section.”
“I’m just saying, love, that I never saw it in the cart, and I never saw it on the conveyor belt. If you don’t remember putting it away, I think it’s because you didn’t buy it.”
“But I REMEMBER putting it in our cart!”
“Sometimes we think we’ve done things, but we only THINK it.”
“But this isn’t like that,” I said. “That happens to me sometimes, but this isn’t something I THINK I did. It’s something I KNOW I did because I have a very clear memory of it. I remember the weight of the bag, and exactly how it looked sitting in the cart. I remember what part of the bag I grabbed it by. I remember what I did before and after I picked it up.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, love, there’s no cornmeal.”
Am I going crazy?
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❤ Reading your recent posts makes me very concerned for you. Those are common signs of serious stress and should be taken seriously. Of course -you- know what's best for you but I can't help but ask: Is there any way that it would be possible for you to take some time off from everything, at least from everything work related? It sounds that you could really use it, if you can afford it. I've been reading your blog for quite some time now and feel very strongly about it (and for you in a totally non-creepy way, I promise, it's just that I can relate so much to almost every single post you make) and it worries me to see you struggling so much. Please take care. You are important.
Definitely not for the next couple of weeks. Some staff members are away at a conference this week so I am covering for them, essentially being myself and the inventory person every day then losing my day off to covering both of their work at once. And then the weekend I have a bunch of dog training appts and the next weekend I cover for a staff member who is moving. But then that same staff member offered to take one of my shifts which would give me two weekdays off in a row. If we can afford it PH might send me off to a hotel for those two days, because Owl would be in daycare so he wouldn’t be overtaxed and therefore my guilt would be at a minimum… That’d be in March though.
I agree with Vilvery, I’m starting to become extremely worried about you. My husband had major issues with his memory and it turned out he had Lyme’s disease a second time and it was affecting his brain and spinal cord. I’m not saying you have Lyme’s but you could be suffering from something more than stress or your body/mind are telling you they can no longer handle the stress you’re under.
Please go speak with your doctor and take care of yourself. You can’t take care of Owl or PH if you aren’t healthy. And for selfish reasons I want to read a compare/contrast of Fifty Shades of Gray: The Movie v The Book when it comes out…you can’t do that if you can’t remember things. 😉
Oh man, that would be like choosing between garbage and more garbage!!
The question is who could I get to come with me to see fifty shades of grey and could I wear a face mask so I wouldn’t actually be showing my face at such a film??
Could you have set it in the wrong cart? I had a package of Depends and a HUGE canister of Metamucil in my cart one day — not mine. They just appeared in my cart. I also once walked off with someone else’s cart and she had to rush down the aisle to catch me.
My other answer is: fairies.
Recently, we were going to a particular supermarket because we had petrol vouchers. As we were standing in the checkout line, I looked for the voucher to have it ready for the petrol station … and it was nowhere to be found. I could have sworn I put it in my bag, but nope – turned out I had left it on the kitchen counter back home … d’oh.
Yeah, that sort of thing happens to me all the time, but this was different. Instead of just thinking that I had done it, I had a distinct memory of the event. It’s like finding out that reality isn’t real. Think of something you know fr a fact that you did today – like maybe taking a shower. You know you took the shower and dried your hair, and then your husband says “aren’t you going to shower?” and your towel is dry…
I don’t think so? But I’d prefer that to thinking I was completely crazy.
I agree with both Vilvery and Jennifer. It could be stress, or malabsorption (meaning you don’t get enough nutrients even when eating healthily and balanced, and that can cause a bucketload of problems), and/or things like hypothyroidism. Canada is a good place to be, doctor-wise, so go see one. For your own sake as much as the rest of the family. xx
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Check the trunk of your car. I’m so not even kidding. I was 110% positive I bought some roasted tomatoes, knew that they were scanned but by golly the can wasn’t in any of my bags. Weeks later, a long time actually, I was getting something out of the trunk of my car and lookie there, my tomatoes!
Checked – not there 😦
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