What I Hated the Least Today 114/365: Memory Boost

The brain pill
The brain pill

What’s the name of the German guy who hides all my stuff?

And:

I’m always forgetting to take my memory pills.

I was alarmingly distracted and disoriented in the last few weeks. It wasn’t just the usual, such as How old am I actually?, What’s the year again? and What am I even doing here?. There arose a concern that I might confuse the green and the red lights on the lights and get run over out of sheer stupidity.

As the last resort of the hopeless, mindless and memoryless, I visited a local drug dealer, Dr Ma(r)x, and inquired about brain pills. I was given (sold for cold hard cash because my dealer doesn’t accept meal tickets) a bottle of poison containing Ginkgo biloba. As I was leaving the dealer’s den, I noticed the loud and clear sticker on the door saying PULL, and I PUSHED accordingly. I may or may have not had to return for some Band-Aid and Ibuprofen.

I noticed my brain function boost already the first day that I took the food supplement. Placebo effect is still an effect, right? Since I’ve been on Ginkgo, I feel like I remember everything. I remember especially what I want to forget. Simultaneously, I feel like I forgot something important but I can’t remember what I forgot (because logic). I wonder if the memory pill works so that you forget that you should have remembered something in the first place. Ginkgo is such a mind-changing substance.

23 thoughts on “What I Hated the Least Today 114/365: Memory Boost

  1. Ha ha!!! Placebo is an effect … you’re absolutely right! I’ve tried Gingko Biloba too, but it was a long time ago and I never noticed a thing. The women at work swore by them, so I had to give it a shot, but no …

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        1. Probably not, I’ve been taking the same kind of allergy medication for a while now and besides that I use no other meds (well, a few days ago I got an inhalator for my smoking, but the memory issues came before that). So it might be just me getting older and less able to focus.

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          1. Focus is a big part of it. Every morning I have to take one pill. That shouldn’t be so hard to keep track of, but quite often, I’m not sure whether I’ve taken it or not. I’ve tried to make a ritual out of it — the bottle sits in front of me at the breakfast table … still, sometimes, I’m not sure. That’s all a matter of focus.

            There was a period in my life when I took benzodiazepines … one each night. This went on during perhaps three, four weeks! I noticed a clear memory loss. Had a hard time remembering what I did the day before. And that was just one pill … imagine the people that take lots of them over the run of a day.

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          2. I know! That’s the worst – when you get in the routine so that you perform it mindlessly and can’t say whether you’ve actually done it or not yet. I guess I’m missing (or alternately taking double dose) of my allergy medication quite regularly.

            I’ve become an enemy of medication since my experience with antidepressants. I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I was so much worse off, mentally and physically, when I was taking them. I’m not going to refuse vaccination or medication when needed, but I don’t like it. There are so many side effects. I seem to quite prone to suffering from the side effects – I had the worst idea many years ago to ask for a contraception prescription, and it messed up with my body so bad and on so many levels that it took years to get back to normal. So no playing around with hormones for me.

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          3. Once, while I was trying one of the most common antidepressants, I noticed I’d started to yawn uncontrollably, even though I wasn’t tired. After a while, I looked up the side-effects of this particular medication, and there it was … uncontrollable yawning: <1 in 1,000. So I was the one in a thousand, that got that.

            When I was younger, I seemed to be fearless when it came to medications — now I’m getting more wary the older I get. Thankfully, I have only that one Beta blocker in the morning.

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          4. It was prescribed by my allergist, who was deeply disappointed with my vital lung capacity. It’s actually an asthma inhalator. She said smoking is like having asthma. She also prescribed not smoking, obviously, and since then I’ve been smoking even more because I always do the opposite of what I’m told. * sigh *

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          5. Ahh, okay! I thought you used some type of nicotine spray for the times you can’t get out to smoke LOL

            I had a nasal spray that worked perfectly. Would have been great to have on long flights.

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          6. I use sheer willpower when I can’t get out to smoke. Sadly, when I can get out to smoke, this willpower doesn’t work. Must be a bug somewhere…

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          7. On flights, I have no choice, and the sad part, in my case, is that when I finally CAN smoke, it’s like I’m making up for all the time lost … so hence I smoke like a chimney, once I get out.

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  2. Its an age thing Mara but I’m glad you have regained some memory function even if it is to recall what you want to forget, that in itself is a step forward or backwards depending on how you look at it.
    I know a guy who went for a test to see if he was developing dementia but he can’t remember the results.
    Here is a link to a condition AAADD……I read through it and thought so what’s unusual about that??
    http://startsat60.com/stories/fun/age-activated-attention-deficit-disorder
    Have a good day.

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    1. Read the article you suggested, it’s both amusing and not amusing at all. This is precisely what my mother, in her mid-sixties now, does all her day. I’m not as bad yet but I need to work consciously on focus and concentration. I spend a lot of time now repeating internally to myself things that I should remember. Like I’m having a shower in the evening and while at it, I’m consciously focusing on the thought that I need to use my inhalator before I go to bed. It’s somewhat psychodelic. It’s a funny (and not funny) story about the guy who had a dementia test and couldn’t remember the results…

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