Tenacious ME
Tackling disabling autoimmune disease with obstinance and humor.
Foggy Days
“And when the fog’s over and the stars and the moon come out at night it’ll be a beautiful sight.”– Jack Kerouac
I woke up in a fog this morning. Not outside, outside is bright and sunny and cold as can be! The fog I’m in is in my head, though saying that doesn’t at all accurately describe where I am right now. It’s body fog. Or fog…but with quicksand too? That feels closer.
It’s like being awake and a sleep. Like sleepwalking with your eyes open. I’m upright and functioning, but everything is slow, most of all my poor, sleepy brain! The thoughts are still rolling around in there, but most of what comes through is lost just as quickly. And recall? Just don’t ask. I can google that for you, but get information from my brain today? Nope. I mean, maybe, but the odds really aren’t in favor of success here.
Luckily, this is a foggy day that was in my forecast. I saw it coming. It is my 100% dependable day after infusion foggy day. I’m not sure what it is about the wonderfully helpful medicine I get every month, but it seriously knocks me off my game for a good 24 hours. So, now I plan for it. I prepare for the fog bank to descend. So I can just sit in the fog and be okay with that.
Tenacious ME 