Bee’s Musings

So, once again I have found one of those priceless articles “Memory loss may be first sign of dementia“. No kidding… isn’t that near to the actual defnintion of dementia?

(Ok, I looked it up and it actually means: The loss of intellectual functions (such as thinking, remembering, and reasoning) of sufficient severity to interfere with a person’s daily functioning).

Anyway, moving on. If memory loss is a sign of dementia, and forgetting things is a sign of memory loss, is it possible that a job can give you dementia? I mean, lets say you have a task list of 14 things. Just 14 simple little routine things. And you get 3 of them done today, and your coworkers ask you to do 5 more. Now you’re at just 16 little “easy”, run of the mill tasks. If your week continues at this rate, before you know it you could literally have an unmanagable amount of tasks to do, limited resources with which to do them, and an even more limited attention span with which to remember them. Thus, you start forgetting. And when you forget them, its a sign of memory loss. And memory loss is a sign of dementia.

What was I saying again?

Oh, hello.

This feels oh, so familiar.

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming… la la la la la….

If only we could remember as adults some of the things we read to children. Quotes from Winnie the Pooh…

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”

“Promise me you’ll never forget me, because if I thought you would I’d never leave.”

“I used to believe in forever, but forever is too good to be true.”

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus a day so I never have to live without you.”

“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”

“You can’t always sit in your corner of the forest and wait for people to come to you… you have to go to them sometimes.”

“Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.”