When seniors forget...

Getting COVID North of 65, Part 2

Sorry, kids, I have not been posting as much as I would like. I still am recovering from my latest case of COVID, and that spells b-r-a-i-n f-o-g.

As good newspaper readers know, there is research that suggests that when seniors forget, it may just be normal forgetfulness — not a sign of cognitive decline. If you’re 70 and don’t know where you left your keys, well, didn’t you also misplace your stuff in your 30s 40s and 50s?

So I am trying to fight my instinct to blame every trivial moment of forgetfulness on aging. This morning I had to ask our lurking, talking devices for the name of the governor of Georgia. (I’ll save you the trouble. It’s Brian Kemp.) Damn, I should know that, methought.

Now with COVID I now have three rationales for not remembering things I should know: Age, COVID, and normal forgetfulness.

I am sharper than I was when I first got this case of COVID.

I cannot figure out if this is my third or fourth case of COVID. The fact that I do not know argues in favor of keeping a medical journal. I resist the online health-care portal out of principle.

Walking one of the dogs earlier in the week I ran into a similarly aged neighbor who told me that she had no appetite, had a headache and all around did not feel well. She had tests at home.

Apparently there is a variant that is knocking on doors; its name is Cicada. This Today story has some information on it.

Cicada....

So, stock up on Kleenex and Vitamin D — and have a good book on the ready.

BTW, I know that some of you consider the COVID tests to be a waste of time and energy, because many of us likely will deal with COVID pretty much the same way we would act with a serious cold or flu. I disagree. The positive finding served as a stern directive to hit the bed, drink a lot of fluids and try not to give it to anyone else.

Just when you thought that maybe COVID was going away, you get a wake-up call…