How I describe “the fog”

I want to try to explain something that happened to me this past weekend. I took these words from the poem that I wrote called The Fog, “I think that I'm usually very aware of when the fog rolls in. But I have to admit that there are those times when it seems to just sneak up on me. During those times, it may take me a while to really figure out what is going on.”

I guess you could say that this kind of explains this past weekend, so it was not a very good one. Even though the fog has cleared, some of the details of these past two days seem to be gone, so I wished that I had written this sooner. I think that the fog seemed to roll in some time on Friday. I started feeling a disconnection with my daughter as I was talking to her on the phone. I guess that is when I suspected that the fog had rolled in.

I don't think that these things were happening to me before my cognition became much worse. I can no longer depend on being able to understand things that people tell me. There are times when I cry, even though I don't know why. Sometimes I think that it is because it takes me some time to understand the words that have been said.

Later, it seemed as though I was beginning to feel “normal” again. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that I had been in a fog and had just come out of it. It felt like I’d come out of a tunnel and the road was now clear. When I came out of the fog, it was as if a door was opened and suddenly, I could think clearly!

Then I started to explain things to my daughter. She listened patiently and said that I needed to continue to tell her when I didn’t understand something. I told her that I try my best to do that, but I couldn’t think clearly through all the thick fog. I refer to these crying spells as “meltdowns.”

Things have been fine since all this happened. I’m hoping that as time goes on, my children will be able to recognize the signs of the fog and know how to handle it. I will be working on letting them know how they can help me when this is happening! When I think about this past weekend, it upsets me very much.