My mother's memory started slipping when she was 78. It was slow at first. She'd call me by my sister's name, then laugh about it. By 82 she was asking the same question four times in an hour, and I was the one she was asking.
I'm telling you this because it explains why I get scared when I forget things. Every missed name feels like a preview.
Last winter it got worse for me. I'd walk into the laundry room and just stand there. I'd be telling my husband a story and the name of the restaurant would be gone. Around 3 in the afternoon, my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
My doctor ran bloodwork. Everything came back fine. She said it was probably stress, sleep, and being 62. I don't doubt her. But "it's normal" isn't the same thing as "there's nothing you can do."
So I did what I always do. I read.
I spent 31 years as a school librarian, and when something worries me, I go find the source. I read the headlines about researchers finding microplastic particles in human brain tissue, and I'll admit that one kept me up for a night or two. I still don't know what to make of it, and I don't think anybody does yet.
The thing that actually changed how I thought about my foggy afternoons came from my sister-in-law, Carol. She's a retired cardiac nurse, and she's the least impressionable person I know.
She told me the brain is greedy. It doesn't keep much fuel in reserve, so it depends on a steady supply of blood all day long. When circulation isn't what it used to be, she said, a lot of people notice it first as tiredness and fog, not as anything dramatic.
Then she told me about nitric oxide.
It's a molecule your own body makes, and it helps your blood vessels relax and stay flexible. The raw materials your body uses to make it are two amino acids: L-arginine and L-citrulline. She said you'd find them in a lot of circulation formulas, and that most of them don't print the amounts.
I wrote those two words on a sticky note and put it on the fridge. I didn't know yet that I'd see them on a supplement label a month later.
Before VapoCept, I'd tried fish oil for a year, a daily crossword habit I actually enjoy, and a bottle of "brain" gummies that tasted like a scented candle. None of them hurt. None of them did much, either.
When I reopened the VapoCept page and finally dug up the actual Supplement Facts, the first two ingredients were the ones on my sticky note.
That's when I stopped rolling my eyes.