Addled Brain.

This story involves two friends and my addled brain. Enjoy the ride.

To start with, I have been down with a chest infection which, because it is the third time that I have caught it this season, has caused my entire system including my brain, to function below its normal capacity.

Coming to my two friends, one, let us call him NS, has just returned from a visit to a hospital to undergo multiple cardiac surgeries and interventions. He is well on the way to recovery but, is more or less restricted to his home resting and recovering. I thought that it would be a good idea to send something light for him to read to keep him at least partly occupied and amused.

Comes into this story my second friend, let us call him PS, who is a Management Consultant who writes articles to a few newspapers on Management, Economics, Politics and / or whatever comes to his mind. He got many of these articles published in a book form as an anthology, and reading a couple of very good reviews by a couple of other friends from the same fraternity, I decided to buy and read it. Having found it very interesting, I have been gifting it to some friends with taste for such writings.

I wrote to my writer friend PS to send a copy to my recovering friend. I forgot to write the address of NS in the first mail and I sent a second mail with the address, apologising for the slip blaming it on a functioning-below-capacity brain due to the chest infection.

I got a WhatsApp message in due course from PS confirming that he will send the book shortly. He concluded his message with the direction, “Take care of your health.”

I sent a message back to him thanking him and asked him “How do you know about my illness?”

He responded that I had informed him about it in my second mail!

You see how the illness has played games with my memory on two related instances?

Comic! Does this happen to you?

10 thoughts on “Addled Brain.”

  1. Funny.

    Does it happen to me? Not quite yet. My mother on the other hand … She is one of these people who will blame the phone line on her lack of hearing. Any suggestion she might wish to have her hearing checked out falls on DEAF ears (!). But then she has always been good at denial – if you can view life through pink glasses why face reality? She is actually rather sweet but only when I am in the mood to indulge her. Otherwise I do find her attitude, occasionally not often, irritating. I hinted to my father that a visit to the ear specialist might be in order but, such are the mysterious dynamics of a long marriage, apparently not.

    Hope you get that infection off your chest asap, my dear Ramana. Take heart, body and mind play together. What one lacks the other has to make up for.


    1. I have shared the problems that I had with my late father who refused to wear his hearing aids and gave me enough grief to last a life time.

      As I write this, the infection seems to be on its way out though still giving some discomfort. Hopefully it should disappear in the nest couple of days. Thank you for your good wishes.

  2. good grief Charlie Brown! of all people who do NOT need trouble with their chest and breathing it’s you. and I imagine the crazy weather (COLD? in India!) is not helping. everyone in this town is sick has been sick or is getting over being sick. so one’s chances of getting well are slim! it’s warm as mid Spring one day and bitterly cold the next. very odd. even for us.
    and as to your question… yes it happens to me. it feels like it happens to me every hour on the hour! I blame mine not on illness but on three actual concussions. I think of them like old football injuries. get well soon Sean!
    sending love and a Snoopy hug old bean. XO

  3. Sorry to hear this Ramana, I dread colds’/flu as it settles in my weakest area too, my lungs and hangs on for dear life making me wretched, weary and angry.

    My brain can’t hang on to the immediate, I am great at forward planning if written and past recall but I find myself in rooms, wondering why the hell I’m there and forgetting correspondence.


  4. my brain seems to be intact, other friends seem to have some problems…they either think I’ve got a problem or they seem to make one up – and then get a fright when they realise it might be a mistake to assume 🙂
    Catherine de Seton recently posted..New Art…

Comments are closed.