I love that "my brain is still on dial up".

I wish we still have dial up, in the phone system. Both land line and cell phone have glitches, such as delivering messages from one to seven days late. My dial up phone didn't have those glitches; it wasn't expected to perform miracles.
Once I forgot my own name when I was sitting in a circle at a yoga class, where we were introducing ourselves. I was sweating, hoping I would remember before they got to me.
I did remember in time. But it was a stress and that yoga class was a special stress that put me in bed for months with a very bad attack.
Recently I forgot my daughter-in-law's name. This was even worse than forgetting my own, as it would have seemed I didn't value her. But I was able to bypass the necessity of knowing the name. This has only happened once. It's not like dementia where you forget consistently the same things (I think that's what dementia is--there were some Alzheimers' patients in my rehab after I broke my leg in Seattle--they would tell you the same story over and over, as they never remembered they had told it before).