I’m not really sure what to attribute it to — fibromyalgia, general tiredness, or continued grief over my dad’s death, but I can’t seem to keep track of what day it is! The only days I seem to be sure of are Friday, Saturday, and Monday. Maybe because they are my most favorite and least favorite of the week. (I’ll let you guess which is which.)
When I first started to feel the symptoms of fibromyalgia about five years ago, the fatigue and “fibro fog” were the most noticeable and frustrating issues. Fibro fog is something that I still deal with every day to varying degrees, and it affects several areas of brain function that I used to take for granted, like short-term memory, concentration, and word finding. There were times when I would be in the middle of a conversation and I would completely lose what I was saying. My friends and family seemed to get used to it, but I couldn’t.
I now take a medication classified as an anti-depressant that takes much of the fog away. But when I’m overly tired or stressed, I see an increase in these issues. Lately, I can’t remember what day of the week we’re on. My mantra seems to have morphed into a quickly muttered ”What day is it?” to whomever is around … followed by a long sigh. Today is Tuesday.
