CRS

Do you suffer from CRS?  I do and so does Renee.  As a matter of fact, many of my neighbors and friends have CRS.  By now, you’re wondering what is CRS and do I have it?

CRS stands for “Can’t remember shit!”  See, my CRS is not that bad.  I can still remember what it stands for.  CRS is usually not dementia or Alzheimer’s, but it could represent the earliest stages of those diseases.  There are all kind of causes for CRS.  It’s not uncommon to hear someone say, “I’m so busy at work/home that I can’t remember shit.”

So, too much on your mind/schedule can cause CRS.  It’s also not unusual to hear, “Since I retired, every day is the same as the day before.  I think my brain is stagnating and I can’t remember shit.”  I guess too little on your mind causes CRS.

I know those of us who have it don’t want to admit to having it.  No matter what I say, you are going to worry that you are developing dementia.  Now, where was I going with this?  Just joking, I think.

While I figure out what I’m doing, please read the following article by clicking here. You could also read this from the Mayo Clinic.  OK, I’m back on track.  The take away point is that most of us are going to develop CRS at some time during our lifetimes; and when we do, we are going to scare the shit out of ourselves.

On the list you just read were the 3 “Cs”; CONFUSION, COMMUNICATION PROBLEMS AND COPING DIFFICULTIES. If you think you are losing it and any of the 3 “Cs” appear, see your doc and do a complete set of Neuropsych tests.  If you are developing a form of dementia, you can’t hide from it!  You are better off getting a proper diagnosis. A proper diagnosis will help you develop a proper treatment plan.  

If your family or friends tell you they are worried about your memory, pay attention to them and get some help. Ever hear of “worried sick?”   When your loved ones think you have a memory problem, they may get worried sick.  The cure for them is getting a proper diagnosis for you!

Lastly, all of the signs in all of the articles about memory loss also fit the diagnosis of depression.  Depression was highly prevalent in society before the Corona virus struck. Now it appears to be increasing in frequency and severity. I would write an article about the signs of depression but I just did.  All I have to do is retitle this one.

If you have CRS, figure out if you have too much or too little on your mind, then fix it.  IF YOUR CRS IS RELATED TO DEPRESSION, SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP.  IF YOU OR YOUR LOVED ONE THINK YOUR CRS IS A FORM OF MEMORY LOSS, SEEK MEDICAL HELP!

By the way, there are lots of people peddling snake oil on the internet.  Yes, you may have a vitamin deficiency or some other deficiency contributing to your problem.  Before you buy a ton of stuff, see your doc and get a proper diagnosis.

Renee, where are my pills?  I know I left them on the counter, but I can’t find them.  My CRS is multifactorial.  Personally, I think I’m suffering from a common disorder called, “Lackofsexitis.”  If I could only find the cure.

Here’s your music for the night, as well as a joke. Could be my choice of music contributes to my “Lackofsexitis” diagnosis. Again, Renee disagrees and she is editing this article.

Bud and Jim were a couple of drinking buddies…

who worked as airplane mechanics in Charlotte. One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do.

Bud says, “Man, I wish we had something to drink!” Jim says, “Me, too. Y’know, I’ve heard you can drink jet fuel and get a buzz. You wanna try it?” So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high octane hooch and get completely smashed.

The next morning Bud wakes up and is surprised at how good he feels. In fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nothing! Then the phone rings… It’s Jim.

Jim says, “Hey, how do you feel this morning?” 

Bud says, “I feel great. How about you?” 

Jim says, “I feel great, too. You don’t have a hangover?” 

Bud says, “No, that jet fuel is great stuff — no hangover, nothing. We ought to do this more often.” 

“Yeah, well there’s just one thing…” 

“What’s that?” 

“Have you farted yet?” “No…..”

“Well, DON’T, ’cause I’m in PHOENIX!!!”