Today I forgot a work call and I was far from impressed.
I am ‘Madame Extraordinaire’ when it comes to efficiency (workplace only) but today I am not.
Today I am ‘Madame Menopause’ instead.
My work is administrative and figurative ─ as in, I work with figures. I am part-time, flexi and global. I like my job and, on a good day, feel lucky. It’s a bread-and-butter job in as much as it allows me to do the things I love. In other words, my heart jobs.
The call was an important one. It was a conference call for twelve partners from around the world ─ Mexico, Germany, India and Brazil, plus eight other countries that I am too tired to name. A modern call in which everyone can speak and see each other at the same time.
When it comes to work, I like to be spot on time – but today I was not. My alarm did not ring, nor did I see the fluorescent yellow reminder at the top of the page. As a side note, I adore my yellow highlighter – it’s my favourite by far, followed closely by the orange, pink and green. I don’t care much for the blue.
And so it transpired that instead of being there to host the call, I took myself off to the park for a walk.
These days, I like to walk. It’s good for you, particularly if your tendency is to be a sitter like I am.
The park is close to home, small and quaint and, according to the grapevine, has the largest variety of trees in Europe. I’m fond of trees, particularly red ones. I assume this has something to do with the one I fell in love with some years back, in Switzerland. I also fell in love with a stingray, once.
I was humming quietly in the park, completing lap two, when a call came in.
“I’m in the park,” I replied.
And then I was not.
I found it interesting how quickly I was able to sprint home. I have not done much running since being menopausal and I wasn’t sure that I could.
I was chuffed and rather proud.
But what I was not proud of was my brain.
It seemed empty
With nothing there at all.
Could this be dementia if I had no memory of that call?
And I let out a cry.
J x
(shared from my old diaries)
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