I am losing my mind. That is what happening to me lately

Last night was a pinnacle of my awareness of my diminishing mental youth. I think (if my brain can do that effectively anymore) that I’m on the downhill slide of irretrievable dementia, starting with my feet.

We headed out last night to see a play that my stepfather was in; we were all excited because we were taking my 6-year-old daughter. It was going to be a simple and fun musical romp the entire family could enjoy. We got dressed up in clean and casual attire, hopped in the van and backed out of the garage and headed west to the theatre, about 20 to 30 minutes away.
As we got out of the van at the theatre and started heading down the path from the parking lot I felt strange in my stride. I looked down and noticed I had two different shoes on. Mismatched! One running shoe and one leather casual! Horror! On some days I would just laugh it off and continue on, but not this night for some reason. My wife tried to encourage me to stay and that no one would notice. I did not believe her. I just knew this was too wrong to deal with that day. I had to go home and get the correct footwear on my feet; matching set this time.

I ran away in a panic and got in the van and scrambled home, cursing myself all the way. Then I was wondering what other things I had forgotten, mismatched, misidentified, mistaken. Panic swiftly moved to depression, deep and irrational. How I made it home without purposely driving into the river was beyond me.

I returned, correct shoes, white pill taken, and drained. The realization now, for I know I’ve done absent minded things like this in past, but now. All of a sudden I was panicking over losing my mind. The thin grip I have around my sanity was slipping. OR … I was getting older, thus mortal. Sigh….. I know.

I need to take more Ginkgo Biloba. Exercise. Meditate. Sudoku. Something.