I’ve always had a bad memory. Well, not always. Since 2009 or so my memory has been on the decline (I should mention that I’m a few days away from turning only 23). Part of it, I think, was because I was on a weird medication, but even after I stopped, my memory didn’t seem to catch up.
Last night, I had yet another embarrassing moment with a friend.
ME: I almost got bitten by a baby rattlesnake this weekend!
ME: Yeah. And did you know that baby rattlesnakes are actually more dangerous than—
HIM: —yes, they’re more dangerous than adults because they can’t control the amount of venom— you told me this.
The sad thing isn’t even that I couldn’t remember having told him this already (that in itself is a pretty regular occurrence). No, the sad thing was that I couldn’t even remember having known this factoid. Jeez.
The last time I saw my doctor, she suggested— if my memory problem was really bothering me— that I could see a neuropsychologist who would administer special tests to see exactly what type of memory was so bad and how I might be able to improve it. Giving this some more consideration…