30 is dirty

There's a stigma associated with turning 30.

Why you ask?

I don't know the answer for other people, but for me, it's an age I hope to reach and reflect upon my life and feel like I've done something with myself, you know achieved something.

For me right now, I'm fine with turning 30 in six months.
Stoked with my family, job, home etc, click here for a refresher.

Well, fine in some ways, not so fine in other ways.

I've always had a pretty good memory.

As a child I could remember entire books word for word, conversations etc. to the point where I was an annoyance.

Even up until I had kids, arguing with me was a waste of time.

Since I had a mega memory, I could remember and recite verbatim what was discussed and bring it up at the most inopportune times for my foes.

Since I've had kids?

I have the memory of a fish, which I imagine is tiny.

I recall the most ridiculous things which, are the biggest waste of space in my mind, and I can't for the life of me recall basic words sometimes.

For example, my sister and I were talking about post partum depression, which I called post natal depression, FAIL.

Then we were talking about Burger Rings, which I called Burger Kings (this was on the same day).

Is this a simple brain lapse, or is this the inevitable beginning of the memory loss I will experience?

My grandfather on my dad's side had alzheimers, and my great grandmother on my dad's side had alzheimers, so it's inevitable my dad will get it.

I'm wondering if I might already be exhibiting signs of early onset alzheimer's.

Or is my mind just getting lazy like my body?

My body has been going south ("Literally" said my boobs) since I had kids, so it was only a matter of time before the mind went. 

Since my dad's side is rather diseased, as I get older I have diabetes, gout, arthritis, deafness, tinea toes and jacked up fingers to look forward too.

I'm already blind.

Man, I'm sorry Stephen, but I'll be falling apart in about 10 years, might be time for an upgrade!