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Doctors Advice.

The sky is overcast it looks as if it will rain any minute. What I ask myself am I doing in the garden? Not a weed to be seen all is well on the gardening front, so what am I doing standing here in the garden. There was something I wanted to do, something urgent but what. I am beginning to think that I am not all there in my head. I have in the last year or so been in the same situation, Standing in the kitchen and wondering what it was that I wanted from the kitchen. The kitchen is not too bad I can always get a glass of water or throw a shovel full of coal on to the old kitchen range. Yesterday for example I went upstairs to my bedroom for some reason or other; this was at ten o’clock in the morning. What did I want from my bedroom at ten in the morning? I do not know but it made me think as I caught myself undressing for bed.  I decided to go and see a Doctor,

The following day I got up early had a bath put on fresh underclothes and got myself ready to see my local Doctor. On my way into town a man greeted me asked how I was. My answer, “Oh! I am fine.” Made me stop and think what am I doing here on the road into town? Is it shopping I need or have I to go to the library? I just could not make up my mind. I carried on walking hoping that it would come back to me. It was a neighbour that gave me a clue as she greeted me with the words, “Are you alright Mr. Shaw you look ill. The neighbour will never know how grateful I am that she spoke to me. I am on my way to see the Doctor.

The Doctor’s assistant told me to take a seat. Disinterestedly I looked through a couple of magazines that must have been in the Doctors waiting room for generations. My name was called and the doctors assistant showed me into the Doctors examination room. The Doctor put me through a series of tests, took some blood and told me that for a man of my years I was remarkably fit. “What appears to be the trouble Mr. Shaw?” I told him of my doing things and not remembering why I went to do whatever it was. I explained my getting ready to visit the Doctor and of not knowing where I was going or what I was doing at that particular moment.

The Doctor was rather a disappointment he told me there was not a lot he could do it is important that I go for long walks in the fresh air. I was to cut down on fatty meats go to bed early not to drink after six in the evening. This was a little too little for me and I decided to get help from the Fairies. I am sure that the wise old Fairies would have something to get my brain working again. From the wise old Fairies I was given potions and pills and for a while I am better able to concentrate on what I am doing. No stopping in the middle of doing something and not knowing what it was that I wanted to do. The wise old Fairies have warned me that there will come a time when even their tablets and lotions will no longer work and that I should make notes of the things that I need to do on a daily basis. These notes will help me whenever I am unable to know what I wanted or was going to do at any one time. It will help they assured me. Bern