Yet another indignity of aging

A friend told me she might have to have her gall bladder out. She asked me if I’d ever had mine out. I had to stop and think because I, for the life of me, couldn’t remember if they took it out when they did my gastric bypass. They might have. I just don’t remember.

How pathetic is it that I’ve reached an age where I can’t recall with any surety which body parts I have left?