Researchers have confirmed what speakers, actors, and college students have known for years: Stress causes forgetfulness. Well, duh. Actually, I find it very comforting, since stress has been a diagnosed condition in my life for quite some time. Stress is why I have acid reflux and gastritis. Stress is why my heart has an occasional arrythmia. Stress can now be blamed for my geriatric episodes, such as not remembering if I set the alarm or took my medicine or put the coffee pot back in the machine before making coffee. I'll quit worrying that I have early stages of Alzheimers, since that just increases my level of stress.

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