The other side of FMS is "fibro fog", which basically is like a fuzz in the brain, or at least that's how it feels to me.
I forget things; like words, or sentences, or that I was even talking about something in the first place. The other week I even forgot how to spell my daughter's middle name. It was the worst feeling.
But it's forgetting about things I want (or need) to do that makes me sad, like birthday outings and get togethers. I don't mean to, I want to be there. But I guess people just give up on me, not really knowing what it's like. Or they just think I don't care or can't be bothered.
It hurts so much :(
Sometimes it's just hard because I used to be quite intelligent, I knew stuff, a lot of it quite random, but stuff. Now I have conversations sometimes and I'll be sat there knowing I know something in the deep dark delves of my brain, but I can no longer access it. It's like I have all these draws, with all the things I know in them, and every day the fibro randomly locks some of these draws and laughs as I frantically try to break into them. Everyday choosing different ones to torment me with.
So that's me, little miss forgetful, and I forgot to mention this in my last post....ironic
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