Before anyone thinks I’m any meaner than I actually am, I asked Mentor before posting this and she’s FINE with it, because we do enjoy a good laugh, maybe even more at our own expense. No need to have kittens about me makin fun of Mentor. *wink*
(I gave her the flu last month and now when we do laugh and laugh, we also cough and cough and cough.)
Moo calls it Brain Frogs.
Mentor has memory loss due to a head trauma. In dealing with Mentor’s Brain Frogs, one must sometimes be patient as she sorts through her brain to access the information. It’s a bit like a slow browser now and again, but most of the time, she’s so quick no one would ever notice.
One day, while explaining something to me, Mentor reached into the fridge and pulled out my Babybel cheese.
She began to open it and I interrupted her, “Please, don’t eat my cheese.”
She said, “Oh, is this yours? I’m sorry. I thought it was mine. I eat these all the time.”
We had a good laugh.
More time passed and she wasn’t sure if she’d put yogurt in the fridge.
She pulled the plastic container out and examined it, tilting it this way and that. “This does look like something I would eat. I don’t remember making it.”
She continued to hold the container, turning it to view it in different angles, “I do like blueberries and pineapple.” She held the container over her head. “I do have all these things…Still, I’m not sure it’s mine.”
“Do you have containers like that? Is that your container?”
“I don’t know.”
We had a good laugh.
Days passed and our boss announced he’d bought spoons and forks in bulk. He said he’d noticed we tend to eat at work and he thought he’d “be good” and bring his healthy food to eat at work, too. Sadly, when he brought his yogurt, there’d been no spoons. That was his mystery yogurt in the fridge, and it turned before he’d had a spoon to enjoy it.
We now have five hundred plastic spoons and five hundred plastic forks, because such events leave a lasting impression on one’s psyche.
The horror of expecting delicious food when there is no delicious food, well, that’s a trauma.
More time passed and a day came that I was too busy to eat my yogurt, so before I left, I put it in the fridge for another day.
Then I recalled Mentor examining my boss’s yogurt container and how she’d been close to eating my cheese and I decided to leave a note!
I sent it to her in a text as well, you know, for her Brain Frogs.
She replied, “Oh yum, that’s my favorite!”
And then we LOLed and LOLed.
Happy Friday Everyone!