Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

It's official; today is a fibro-fog day. :-(

Not as awake as I thought I was. I keep starting comments and cancelling them halfway through, either because I suddenly decide that what I had to say wasn't important enough to post, or because what I want to say is important enough but just isn't coming out right today. Woke up enough to be hungry and made myself an omelette/frittata thing with broccoli in it, and ran upstairs to eat it in front of the computer ... noticed that the office was a little smoky and figured it was the cheese that had dripped in the toaster-oven a few days ago that burns off a little bit more each time I make toast. Then the fire alarm went off and I realized it was something else -- I'd turned off the wrong burner when I finished cooking my eggs. So now I'm trying to decide which bothers me more, the idea of letting the smoke take a long time to settle and having the house smell funny for a while, or the idea of opening windows in this weather and letting out what warmth I've built up in the house.

I'd finally fixed the coating on my cast iron skillet from the last time I screwed it up. Now to find out how badly I've messed it up this time.

Hmm. while looking for a web page that might explain/define "fibro-fog" for folks not already familiar with the term, I ran across this page which apparently explains why the HMO neurologist who examined me years ago after I complained about cognitive impairment and short-term memory problems said I had nothing to complain about. Unfortunately, I'm not clear-headed enough today to absorb all of it, so I'll try reading it again tonight or tomorrow.

Anyhow, here's a more concise definition-style description of fibro-fog. The first link I gave is more of a "what it's like to experience" page in the form of "I can't believe I did that" stories. This one's more clinical.

Dammit, I've got stuff I need to do this week, and I'm running out of week.