I can’t decide whether I’m a victim of my own technophilia or the scrubbing-bubbles effect MS can have on the brain.
Lately, it’s logins. I have nearly four dozen of them, all told.
Two I know by heart. The rest are a confusing heap of random qwertiness that leaves me grasping at straws for the right combination, even though I created the thing in the first blasted place.
Which means I have to change certain passwords a lot because I keep forgetting them … and sometimes I write them down, but I don’t want to say what account they are tied to, so then it comes down to these sad clues I leave for myself, Memento-style, that I never seem to figure out.
Yes, for some I opt for it to remember my login info. But that’s not 100% foolproof. Take this blog —
You know you have MS if your brain fog is so bad you forget how to log into your MS blog.
It’s only more recent information I seem to have a problem with. I will probably recite my childhood phone number and street address on my deathbed. (Mom and dad, kudos on raising a child know her safety info!)
Part of me thinks it’s not really me but the information overload we all must struggle with as modern-day denizens of the digital world.
I have friends who complain of the mom-brain syndrome.
My husband forgets where he leaves his pocket stuff on a daily basis.
And here’s where I forget my next thought …
Gulp. Sometimes it is me.