I laugh a lot at my “brain fog.”
For example, I was trying to explain the following picture to my dad the other day as he was helping me with groceries. Groceries are no longer something I can do on my own.
And out stumbled the phrase “Jesus and his impossibles…” not once, not twice, but three times. I know it’s funny, but I have my own set of neurological symptoms along with what I and my doctor believe is CFS. I have seizures. I did my hair today and will need 7 hours of rest to recover from that much time spent in front of a mirror with my hands in the air. My family visited today. That means I will be spending the next 12-24 hours in bed. It’s neither good nor bad, it’s the way it’s always been. It is NOT fun.
I still don’t know if…
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