Quirky and BAM BAM!

That is what is pouring out of my ears right now.

Toot! Toot! The smoke is raging out of me so forcefully that it is audible.

Yes, I'm on another venting rage against a huge injustice.

But there is a slight problem.

I can't remember what the injustice is.

Which brings me to my next point. You see for some time now, I've noticed my memory...sucks!

There are huge blocks of periods of my life that I cannot remember.

Spooky.

I used to blame it on the chemo. There have been studies showing that chemo patients can and do get what is called "chemo brain." And I have noticed that my forgetfulness increased by leaps and bounds after that fateful summer of toxins pulsating through my system.

Hey they did their job, but maybe a little too well.

So back to my injustice.

Criminy!

It's on the tip of tongue, just hovering on the edges of my temporal lobe and there, there, there...it is?

Drat! It's gone again!

Come back here you synapsed failure laden fool! Come back!

I can't tell you how many times I've been writing my blog or other things and all of a sudden my mind draws a blank.

(20 minutes later)

Oh yeah. What was I writing again?

Case in point.

Remember my infamous Interview With A Zombie? Oh, I see, perhaps your memory is failing you too? Or could it be...you NEVER read it. Harumph.

(More smoke billowing out of Quirky's ears and nostrils.)

I was on a roll that day when writing up that blog post. I felt like the words and ideas were flowing out of me like a raging river. I couldn't type fast enough to keep up with myself. It was great! It was like a high that yes, I have experienced before thanks to my numerous pain killers (another post, for another day... oops, don't forget to jot that idea down in the blog fodder notebook).

I felt I had hit writing nirvana. I enjoyed the ride while it lasted, because while I was writing away, suddenly, I slammed into a hard, rock, cement wall!

BAM!

What was that word I was looking for?

I could see it floating around in my brain, but every time I tried to focus in on it, it would get blurry or just float away.

Egads.

So I did what I usually do.

"Hon, what's that word that means... something like... about... you know....? I mean, it's a descriptive word...?"

(silence from the Hubs)

"Do you know which word I mean?"

"Um, no?"

"It's the word that kinda means like when you don't know, but you think... you know... that thing."

Quirky continues: "Hon? Can you help me please? I really can't think of that word right now."

(Quirky Husband gives her an incredulous look.)

"Oh forget it!"

"Wait! That's it! That's the word I was looking for. It was right there before me and I couldn't remember it!

Yes, the word finally recollected itself in the mushy masses of my brain.

A bad memory can serve as a huge injustice.

A huge injustice to blogging and...

To a marriage!

BAM!



B.S. No husbands were harmed during the production of this post.