About the fog

Yesterday afternoon and evening were a little challenging for me. When I got home from work, my boyfriend and I were talking and things didn't seem to make much sense to me.

Later we were looking through my DVDs to find one to watch. I asked him about a particular DVD and he said that he had already seen it. I said that I had also seen it, but I could still watch it again. He said that he didn't forget the movie, so he didn't need to see it again. I guess that I got a little defensive about this comment! I told him that many people who don't forget movies, own DVDs and watch them again. He said that he usually watches a movie only once. Luckily, we were able to find a movie to watch.

I forgot some of the things that happened yesterday, but I do know that my brain was a little foggy. Usually during these times, I do get a little more sensitive and can even cry much more easily. I don't think that my boyfriend was aware of the fog because later on I started crying. Then I explained to him what happened. He asked if I was foggy and I said yes. I said that sometimes when this happens, I get really scared and I get upset with “me” because I can't make sense of things. He said “But it is not your fault!' I told him that I knew that but sometimes I was my own worst enemy.

I don't really know why I have lots of patience for everyone else, but sometimes I lack patience for “me”. I also told him that sometimes I feel just like a “broken toy”. One that has a part that doesn't work right!

It feels like someone has messed up the filing system in my brain. That is how I describe it when I have trouble with word retrieval.