“I Forgot That I Remembered”

I Forgot That I Remembered

I.        What To Expect in “I Forgot That I Remembered”

II.      About “I Forgot That I Remembered”

III.    Excerpts from “I Forgot That I Remembered”

IV.    Readings by the author  on Youtube.

I.        What to Expect:

Kevin presents his experiences with Parkinson’s through his humor, such as:

PMS:  Kevin relates his opinion that Parkinson’s has caused him to suffer from PMS – Pre-Maturely Seniorized.

It’s Condensation not Perspiration: Kevin’s experience at the Mayo clinic having to be baked in an oven.

The “Yawnimals”: Kevin relates his experience with the Yawnimals putting him to sleep.

Lost in the Bewilderness: Cognitive issues with Parkinson’s can be frightening, as Kevin relates in this story.

Going Forward in Full Reverse:  a frustrating occurrence in the lives of people dealing with chronic illness is the role reversal in relationships.

My Personal Trainer: how Kevin has used an unexpected “personal trainer” for motivation.

Cerebral Freezer Burn: Kevin relates his tongue-in-cheek theory of the cause of Parkinson’s disease.

My Uninvited Guest: Kevin’s pastoral side comes out as he presents helpful concepts for those battling a chronic illness.

II.      About “I Forgot That I Remembered”

A collection of short stories by Kevin T. Boekhoff on the subject of living with Parkinson’s Disease

All of the stories in my book, “I Forgot That I Remembered,” are addressing issues that I have experienced with PD. Some of these stories are included in the parkinsonsd.org newsletters beginning in Winter of 2010.

I enjoy writing with humor.  Thus, the stories will bring laughter and yet you may experience tears because of the reality of it. Perhaps you will find this book a fun way to learn about Parkinson’s disease from my perspective.

Since I am a pastor at heart I included a tract that I wrote years ago which can be a help spiritually.  At least I hope so.

III.    Excepts from “I Forgot That I Remembered”

I Forgot That I Remembered

No ignition regarding my cognition occurred the other day – I forgot that I remembered.

I usually take preemptive steps to intercept times of memory issues.  For example, every Tuesday I bring the devotional at my church’s men’s prayer breakfast. The night before I make sure I have the message tucked in my Bible on the text verse’s page, thereby avoiding the problem of not remembering where said verse is in the Bible and not having to depend on the Table of Contents or even remembering that there is a Table of Contents on a bad day – especially in front of people.  I then put my Bible in a conspicuous place so that its presence reminds me that it is to go with me. Each day is unpredictable, so I cannot plan tomorrow’s events, just prepare for possible difficulties. But this is not a normal “Sometimers” occurrence, but a seriously disconcerting event.

However, this Tuesday, despite my strategy, I forgot that it was Tuesday. I ate breakfast at home and, despite my “Novacaine brain,” went for my morning walk.  When I got several blocks away, a serious no-nonsense rain began. As I trudged back home, and I had no more energy than a trudge, I came across a garbage man, one that I had had run-ins with on previous Tuesdays (he doesn’t like pedestrians to “get in his way”); thus, I remembered that I had forgotten where I should be at that very moment – at the restaurant for men’s breakfast!  And I am the leader of said breakfast! So, I began to plod along at a faster pace toward home.  Once there, I grabbed my Bible, forgetting my lunch and mug of Bengal Spice Tea. I climbed into my 1992 Sonoma and headed out. I arrived a little early for work. While sitting there waiting for the business to open, I noticed my Bible on the other seat. Guess what?  I had forgotten that I remembered the men’s breakfast!  Now it was impossible to get there before everyone else was gone. Argh!

I had forgotten what I should have remembered, remembered that I had forgotten, and then forgot that I remembered! I figured I better write this down before I forgot! Hey, I remembered!

Disaster Assistance


Allowing me to do something in the kitchen has always been a decision somewhere between bravery and foolhardiness according to my wife and kids. They consider an imminent disaster as fact. My Parkinson’s disease has also contributed to the phenomenon my family calls the “cascade effect,” which they use exclusively pertaining to my messes.  Let me explain.

Since we have become empty-nesters and I lost my job due to a back injury and PD, I have endeavored to contribute in the domestic duties department.  Thus, I usually just warm up some leftovers and have them ready to serve the moment my wife gets in the door from her job.

One day in September 2010, I decided to make pancakes and link sausages for ournoonmeal.  I proceeded to take out the small box of frozen sausages and put them in a frying pan with a little water to cook. I then secured the box of Bisquick from the cabinet, spent a few minutes trying to find the instructions for simple pancakes….in English, measured out the powder, poured some milk and threw an egg into a bowl (without the shell, c’mon now).  After a little thought, I remembered my wife had a handheld drill-like apparatus she used for mixing cookie dough.  I figured that ought to work. Before long I had theHamiltonBeachelectric mixer flinging the ingredients about in the stainless steel mixing bowl. Yes, success!

No, not so, the runniness of the batter indicated an error in the quantity of one of the liquids.  To thicken the batter, I set out to add more Bisquick. I allowed the mixer to balance in the batter and bowl while I set out to find the Bisquick box once again. I had just barely gotten the box in hand when I heard a clunk/splat/drip-drip-drip sound. I discovered the bowl had tipped over and sloshed its runny contents down the face of the cabinets.  The batter cascaded downward into the two top drawers that I had inadvertently left open a bit. Argh. I abandoned the box and dashed over to stop the flow of ooze.  At this point, I discovered the slippery puddle on the floor where our Yorkie, who normally works as a professional squeaker of dog toys, had embarked on a mission of disaster assistance by licking up as much of the mixture as he could. After quelling the flow by throwing towels on the counter, I discovered that the top drawer had received a large amount squarely in the silverware tray.  The next drawer down had no tray, but held a large amount of utensils now embedded in pancake batter. The cascade effect had held true – literally.

Meanwhile back on the stove, the sausages started turning into carbon, causing a smelly haze to waft throughout the house.  I noticed it before the smoke alarm did, took the frying pan off the burner, set it outside and opened all the windows.

I felt I had things under control, until I looked at our Yorkie, T-Bone Dickens, as he slid by me smearing his body along the floor as if he had just received a bath. Evidently, Dickens had placed himself strategically underfoot hoping for morsels from the project or else he had sensed a flood of savoriness. The matted crusty look of his coat indicated that he had been at the epicenter and then had begun spreading goo throughout the living room and dining room.  Due to my preoccupation with the batter inundation in the kitchen some time had elapsed; consequently, I discovered that if you allow pancake batter to dry, it will vacuum out of the carpet pretty well.

In order to minimize the mess before my wife’s arrival in the near future, I set out to clean it up.  I wiped out drawers, the cabinet, mopped the floor, washed dishes, and hoped the smoke smell had dissipated satisfactorily.

I just finished shampooing and blow drying Dickens as my wife arrived. I met her at the car and explained the absence of pancakes and the reason for the smoky odor.  I also had to disclose that Dickens didn’t really have dandruff; I simply hadn’t gotten all the batter out of his hair. I also related to her that Dickens had worked in disaster assistance, not disaster relief mind you, but had, in fact, assisted with the magnitude of said disaster.

IV.    Readings by the author on Youtube:   http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaz8hOlTW0KH2d_7mfN900brJkGzQ32vk


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