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I was recently told by my heart doctor that he had never told me my heart was functioning at a low percentage.  Now, I was delighted to hear this.  It has acted like a sugar pill to give me energy that I could not tap into the day before.  Embarrassed, am I? Yes!  Glad I am wrong?  Yes!  Happy with my memory?  NO! NO! NO!

 

I always worked extra hard in school.  I had a poor memory and knew it.  I was thrown under a dash when I was two and standing up in the front seat of the car.  This was before seat belts.  I am pretty sure it is the root cause of my neck problems, so possibly I hit my head also. 

 

I have literally gone blank several times, in my life.  I once dropped daughter-of-eleven off to get her hair done and when I pulled away from the curb, I was a blank slate.  The only thing I knew was that if I drove straight and left, I should get back to somewhere I knew.  Luckily, I was right.  I’m not even sure if I knew who I was.  Ironically, I do not remember now, what I did not remember then, either.  I do know that I had no idea where I lived, if someone had asked.  Fortunately, no one did. 

 

The other time was on the ski slopes.  It was kegger/college break week.  And, NO, I was not participating.  This is THE worse time to be on the slopes, and I was on a catwalk.  Catwalks make me nervous.  There is only one direction to go and people just fly on them.  I woke up lying down on the catwalk with a woman’s face inches above mine asking, “Are you alright?” 

 

Tell me why it is that when we fall down we are embarrassed?  It is not something we do intentionally.  And, in looking back at the incident, I do not believe that I fell down.  I think I passed out.

But, I immediately told her that I was just fine and then proceeded to get up and follow a stranger because, that time, I knew I had no idea who I was, where I was or even where I lived.  I followed the first man I saw looking at me, and who talked to me.  (This is a bad habit I have.)  He too asked me if I was alright and I followed him.  Lesson, girls, do NOT follow the first man who looks at you or inquires into your health.

 

However, it happened to be my husband and I asked him, “Do we live in Colorado?”  Now, mountains covered with snow all tend to look alike, from the standing-on them angle, but for some idiot reason, out of all the things I did NOT know, I knew we were in Colorado.  Then, I inquired as to whether my two daughters were with us?  A couple of questions like that and, quick fellow that he is, he cottoned onto the fact that I was definitely NOT alright. 

Fortunately, my memory lapse lasted only about ten minutes and was over by the time we found a medic.

 

I have gone to see two different neurologists and, after mega testing, been given two different diagnoses.  I’ve been on massive medication at times and gone into remission twice, with no medication.  Right now, I’m back to kind of seeing things in space again, but only at night, when I wake up.  It’s really an interesting life.  I enjoy my nighttime entertainment.

                                                                                             

Frankly, I think it helps me be an artist.  Or is this one of those, I’m an artist, therefore I am seeing things?

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Coming from a totally non-athletic family, the joy of skiing came to me later in life.  It took a while for me to get over my fear of speed and I never really did enjoy the sport for the sheer speed of it, especially after skiing “kegger week” out west. 

 

There’s nothing like a drunk college kid on skis to knock you down on a catwalk. 

 

What I love, and miss about skiing, is the snow and clear air, the woods and the shear joy of sliding around trees and maneuvering down the mountain. I especially like it early in the morning before the slopes are packed with people. I’m not in a hurry when I ski.  I want to enjoy every moment. 

 

I was just beginning to take moguls when I had probably the best laugh in my life. 

 

I fell!  I fell on a steep mogul run and I started sliding down, on my back, head first.  It was like being the ball in a pinball game.  There was no way I could get myself turned around, so I just relaxed and enjoyed the ride. 

I was laughing so hard that people passing overhead, on the ski lift were yelling down, asking if I was okay, and I would just wave at them.  And, then they started laughing too.

 

I could just envision them, all laughing when they got off the ski lift at the top and the operator trying to figure out what was causing the mass hysteria.

 

Now, that is the way to enjoy skiing.

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Movies with an amnesia theme have a special hold for me. I once woke up with amnesia. I say “once woke up” because it is still unclear if my skis hit a bump and I fell and was knocked out or if I fell because I passed out. Usually, if your skis stop, the momentum of your body would plant you face first. Trust me, I know this one. But, this time, I woke up on my back with a strange woman’s face hovering inches above mine; asking if I was alright.

Let me tell you, it was the strangest thing in the world to wake up a blank slate. I do not even remember thinking, “I wonder who I am.” I just did not know. I had no idea who I was, where I was, how long I was out with this woman in my face, or who I might or might not be with. And, for some reason, I did not even think to say, “Hey, you know what? I have no idea who I am.”

This would probably have been the smart thing to do. She could have gotten me help, instead, I heard a man ahead of me, yelling, “Are you alright?” I would also point out to him, later, that he did not come back to see if I was alright, but at the time my mind just said,

“Okay, I must be with him.  The woman didn’t seem like she knew me.” And, I got my butt up and skied down to him. He could have been Jack the Ripper and I would have followed him. Such are the fates of those with amnesia.

In Memento, the protagonist, Leonard Shelby, played by Guy Pearch, is like, Drew Barrymore, in 50 First Dates. They wake up every morning with a blank slate. They have anterograde amnesia. His brain is unable to store new memories. Unlike Drew Barrymore, Leonard has no one to be his memory for him, so each night he takes Polaroid pictures and makes notes to remind him of who to trust and who not to trust and what he is currently involved in doing. He even goes so far as to have this tattooed on his body.

In my case: I was not really upset about not knowing who I was. I guess, since I did not remember a reference point, I did not know this was odd.  I soon began asking questionsthough, “Where are we?” “Are we in Colorado?” (mountains and snow were the clue, but we weren’t in Colorado) “Do we live here?” Are my daughters here?”  Perhaps you never forget you have children – even if you have no idea what their names are. This did alert the man (who did happen to be my husband) to the fact that I was, in fact, not alright.

Memento is a mystery and an awesomely filmed one. I highly recommend it and must insist that you watch this movie in a totally quiet atmosphere; after the children are sound, sound asleep. You have to pay attention as it is filmed in reverse chronological order alternating with chronological order; and black and white alternating with color. And, that’s all I’m going to say because this is just an awesome must see movie that will stay with you for a long time. You could go to Wikipedia and find out the whole story, but please do not do this.

Rent it and discover it for yourself.

By the way, by the time I ran into a medic, on our way down the hill, my memory was back, although two days later I found out that I had fractured my arm and torn my rotator cuff.

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