Brain fog
One symptom I’ve had lately – and I think it’s a combo of recovering from surgery/anaesthetic, learning I have cancer, menopause and just because I have a lot on my mind – is brain fog.
I’m forgetting words, not as quick to interpret things, and slower on completing tasks. It’s really hard as a writer and speaker. My brain is usually like a computer with 100 browser tabs open and I am adept at navigating all of them all at once.
But now, not so.
On Sunday, Adam bought solar lights from Bunnings. They’ll help to guide where to park the car at night. The lights are mushroom shaped, at my request because I am creating a fairy garden at the age of 42.
It has been gloomy here – very cold and no sun.
About four hours after he planted the solar lights, he announced loudly “the mushrooms aren’t charging!”
I was so confused. “Huh?” I asked three times. I didn’t buy mushrooms. Why would they need power anyway, they are fungi? Is he taking hallucinogenics? (NO!)
“The solar mushrooms – they’re not charging because there’s no sun”, he said.
Ohhh. I asked him to explain things to me clearer now.
Last week at my parents’ their solar hot water was not heating high enough as there was no sun. A day later, I thoiught of a witty reply for Adam – better late than never.
“The mushrooms can talk to my parents’ hot water tank about the lack of sun!”
Anyway, if you see me and notice I am slow to respond, or forget a word or a name, please be patient with me! My mushrooms are not charging as quickly as they should, during this less sunny time of my life.
Images: 1. The back of my red car parked near a solar mushroom and shrubs. 2. part of my fairy garden near the front door – featuring gnomes and a house and mushrooms.
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