Wrinkly Bits
A Blog by Gail Cushman
Brain Drain or What Would Cody Do?
I don’t know about everyone else, but some days, my brain feels empty, like it needs a shot of something, OJ or something stronger. Coffee doesn’t quite do it, and tea never has, so what to do?

Gail Decker Cushman

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Apr 28, 2024

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My brain drain began Monday and worsened as the week wore on. By yesterday it was a sorry mess. I couldn’t remember or find anything. I couldn’t find my watch, earrings, or glasses and finally located them on my wrist, ears, and nose. I couldn’t remember what day it was, could Monday happen every day of the week? It seemed so. My birthday had just passed (a mere two months ago, I finally figured out), so that wasn’t it. Questions went unanswered and more questions arose as the days went on. I felt a little hollow. Just when did this brain evacuation begin? And more importantly, why?

I must have looked at my calendar thirty times yesterday, sure that I had forgotten something. I checked my inevitable lists and crossed off a few things I had forgotten that I already finished. I then added them back, remembering that I hadn’t done them, after all. I asked the Cowboy, who said politely, “You’ve got Brain Drain, Girl, go have a glass of wine.” Great idea, but it was only 8:00 in the morning. I’d wait. I went outside and breathed in the cool, crisp air. But nope, that was nice, but the brain still wasn’t working right.
What was it? What could be wrong? I had already taken all my vitamins…I take a bunch, not that I need them, but some doctor somewhere said, “Take this” or “Take that” and I did and now I’m afraid to stop. What if? Oh, dear, I don’t even want to think about it. I had another cup of coffee, surely that would help. It might have been the third or even fourth, but who’s counting?

Yesterday, after a whole week of brain drain, Cody crawled up on my lap. He badly needs a bath so I pushed him away and he barked at me, but he didn’t have whatever I was missing. He waddled over to the couch, put his head on his chin and in a minute he was asleep.

I looked over at the sleeping angel, and thought, “I wonder if dogs have brain drain?” I remembered I often thought Cody had no brain at all, but he got it right today. I pushed him over and lay down beside him and soon I was sawing logs, too. Twenty minutes later, Cody rallied and woke me up, walking across my back. It felt good, I felt good. A nap, all I needed was a nap. Some days, the cure for everything is a good nap. Brain Drain gone! Cody had the answer all along! Sleep on, Gail, sleep on.

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