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grandma4 replied June 11, 2009 11:27 PM
you hit it right on the nail. that how i feel all the time.. i go into a room and then i look and look and think what the hell am i in here for then i leave and then i say why did you not get the glass of water you wanted.. there are time i loss it big time.. and other laugh but i dont.. thanks i love this poem it was great.. |
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Jocelyn replied June 12, 2009 4:32 AM
I don't have personal experience and do not know anyone who has suffered the senario you related in your Post question. It sounds serious though, and I hope someone can offer you valid input for your concern. The poem is delightful, hits the nail on the head alright... thanks for sharing it... and good luck on finding your information... |
Memory loss can result from having a very bad hypo but it is almost always temporary. I have experienced that may times during my 63 years of Type 1. I have read that a hypo that is so bad that unconsciousness lingers for a long time can cause brain damage. That has been previously discussed on this site. A new member on another site said she had been in an unconscious state with a diabetic coma for one month. That may be the worst hypo I have seen discussed. She is OK now and is posting there. I wonder how much memory she has lost and what other side effects, if any, she is experiencing. Have any of you had similar experiences with temporary memory loss due to hypos? How about prolonged unconsciousness? Any other side effects?
I am experiencing memory loss due to aging. Here is a nice little poem that sums it up nicely. (I am not the author of the poem.)
Forgetter Be Forgotten?
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'who the hell was that?
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
CAN YOU RELATE???