The other day I was went to enter my home phone number into a form and I couldn’t remember it.

The information just wasn’t there.

It was so frightening. I had to ask my 7 year-old our phone number.

A couple of weeks ago, I was driving home with my whole family in the car after a night out with friends. We were talking about another neighborhood and all of the sudden I focused on the road and didn’t know where I was. For a minute, I thought I was in the other neighborhood and couldn’t figure out exactly where in it I was. I shook my head and knew where I was again. It all happened so fast, but it seemed to go on forever.

My heart was pounding. I tried to laugh it off.

Tonight I was talking about The Princess Bride with a friend. I was listing off all of the people in the movie: Peter Falk, Mandy Patankin, the kid from the Wonder Years and…not Robin Williams…his friend…he’s a big Yankees fan…he’s a comic too…”you look mah-velous!”…he’s balding…damn what is his name??

Yeah. Billy Crystal. I couldn’t remember Billy Crystal’s name!

I’m a little freaked out. Is it normal to be forgetting information like this? It’s like I go to the place where it should be in my head and it’s just blank–I may even hear a swift breeze blowing through.

The hypochondriac in me is convinced it’s early onset Alzheimer’s or a clot or some other horrific disease that will make every one feel sorry for me yet not sorry enough that they’ll come and visit me when I’m drooling on myself and muttering something about vibrators. The cynic in me says I’m just a garden-variety, batshit-crazy woman with three kids, a job, a house, a few hobbies, some volutneer commitments and low-blood sugar overreacting.

If it’s Alzheimer’s, remind me to be really pissed.