I have been chalking up my recent influx of forgetfulness and confusion to lack of sleep. In addition to the pumping fiasco mentioned in my last post, I have done such gems as: forgetting my debit card in the ATM and leaving it there; losing my cell phone approximately 58319081 times; and today, forgetting to put a diaper cover on Sabine before I put her pants on to go out to eat. Yeah, awesomeness.
Anyway, I keep telling myself that once I catch up on some sleep, I will be better. Today Brandon mentioned that possibly this is that fabulous Brain Fog (something we both suffer from, due to two totally different medical conditions). Um, no. I will NOT entertain the possibility that my brain will not bounce back with a few naps, or that this is related to a flare or the start up of Plaquenil. Just will not do it!
Honestly? I don’t have time for this shit. I don’t have time to feel sick, tired, forget things, have random nodules. Its not so much that those THINGS bother me as the inconvenience that they bring. I am so, so frustrated right now and kinda wish he would have kept his mouth shut. I know he meant well, but I don’t want that weighing on my potentially foggy brain as I try to sleep tonight.
The Baby Formerly Known As Optimus Prime (and Megatron, too) 