Brain fog isn’t actually a medical condition, but rather a term used to describe the feeling of being mentally sluggish and fuzzy. It can be a symptom of other health conditions.
Brain fog feels like a lack of mental clarity; it can affect your ability to focus and make it difficult for you to recall things, says Sabrina Romanoff, PsyD, a professor and clinical psychologist in New York City. This definition came from verywell mind.
Brain fog makes thinking hard. I trip over my words, the wrong word comes out or I stutter because I can’t think of the word. Occasionally I just lose my train of thought.
I forget what I am doing, sometimes in the midst of doing it. Things are put in the wrong place. As an avid reader, sometimes the words on the page don’t make sense. Not to mention letters and numbers getting transposed. Dyslexia is not something I had trouble with when I was young.
I have several issues that can cause brain fog. Other factors such as stress and not enough sleep affect how bad it is. Medication can also cause brain fog.
I have been stressed lately so my brain fog is more than usual.
One of the members of our house tested positive when she went to the ER. The rest of us subsequently tested and are negative.
Suffice it to say that it’s been a stressful week. My sister-in-law is exacerbating it with her constant bombardment of texts. As if we would knowingly put anyone at risk. None of us has symptoms and all are negative.
Stress is my biggest trigger for most of my issues. Last night I kept waking to vertigo. I am glad they were just mini spins, but I didn’t get much sleep. Not consistent anyway.
I am trying to center myself. Taking mindful breaths in and out to help clear my mind. Listening to lots of Christmas music and watching feel good stuff all while in isolation.
People don’t understand what it’s like to be chronically ill. And how stress affects our health. If they did would they keep the harping up? No compassion. Though I don’t really wish this on anyone, I would like the busybodies of the world to experience it for awhile. Though I am sure they would try to regale us with how they overcame.
Bottom dollar I need to work on my reactions to others. And maybe not egg her on with facts. Yes, because I gave facts about fully vaccinated and negative tests she assumed we weren’t taking precautions. We had already been tested once and had scheduled another test. We even decided to go one step further and take rapid tests before joining any family gatherings.
Well, it’s finally struck our household. My sister-in-law has Covid. It’s a fickle virus. She is the only one who tested positive.
She hasn’t been feeling well for a week or so. She began having diarrhea during the week. It was difficult to assess that she was feeling any different than she normally does, because she never feels well since she was stricken with Guillain–Barré syndrome over a year ago.
My brother finally took her to the hospital where she had a covid test. She was admitted for a colon infection. Then her test results came back positive for covid.
That left the rest of us scrambling to get tested. I managed to get an appointment, but no one else could. The tech at the window suggested a rapid test. So, my husband and brother tested themselves at home.
They both were negative. I got my results this morning. I was negative. Ralph and my brother will test again today. And my husband and I scheduled appointments later in the week to get tested again as we don’t want to get anyone sick.
Here’s my question… How did my sister-in-law get covid when she’s only left the house once in the past month for physical therapy? It seems to me that her odds were significantly lower than the rest of us who leave the house regularly. My husband and brother both work. My husband and I go on outings in crowded spaces. (We just saw Reba last week.)
Granted Ralph and I are fully vaccinated and boostered. Hopefully that makes us a little less likely to catch it. It’s still puzzling. Like I said Covid is fickle.
Love, Peace and Light! Rita
P.S. My ex brother-in-law is in heart failure and they are considering intubation because the oxygen isn’t working. He has covid too. Pray for my nephew’s dad.
Last year everything in Las Vegas shut down. Well, almost everything. Grocery stores and hospitals remained open. The strip looked like a ghost town.
Things started to return to a semblance of normal. This normal had some caveats like wearing masks in public places. Most times I don’t have a problem with my masks, occasionally I do. At those times when the panic sets in I simply move outside to get fresh air.
I no longer have panic attacks in the middle of the night. I briefly thought about going off my anti anxiety medication, but realized that it may be doing its job.
I can go to hockey games, concerts and even travel across the country without high anxiety. This is a good thing. I am still a bit shocked that others refuse to wear their masks or get vaccinated. If it was just their lives they were endangering I’d say it’s their choice. Unfortunately, that’s not the case.
I hope that this virus will let up and we can treat it like a cold or flu with one exception, I don’t think employers should ever insist that their sick employees come to work anyway. I always thought that was selfish. I mean I don’t want someone’s germs to make me sick.
So, slowly I am learning to live in a pandemic. I still don’t go shopping in person often. I hope to one day be able to get back to doing everything I want.
Having a chronic debilitating disease is not a reason to be a grumpy old woman. Yet, I realize that lately I have been. Partly because I am in a depression right now and negative emotions are stronger. I am actively trying to be less grumpy.
When someone in my support group suggested listing out 3 things that she is grateful everyday, I started doing it too! This bit of mindfulness changes the mindset for the positive.
Also, when I start to feel grumpy I put on music, Christmas music lately. It’s hard to remember to be mad when I am singing.
Listing what I am grateful for is as effective in replacing negative thoughts & words with positive ones. It changes one’s mindset.
I am not sure how my sweet husband puts up with me sometimes, so I am working hard on being happier. Happiness comes from within. It isn’t something that can be given to me. So, I need to be proactive in creating my happiness.
I have been doing Tik Tok with my cats. Did you know cats can do yoga? 😂
When Blaze was missing we adopted Peaches a gray tabby cat. It was the best gift for Blaze when she returned. Yes, it took her a bit to re-acclimate after being gone for a month. She wasn’t happy at first about her new baby sister, but now they play. Blaze was always trying to get Renegade to play, but Renegade did want to be bothered.
Peaches is a peacemaker. Not only has she won Blaze over, but Renegade tolerates both of her sisters now. I think because she’s not forced to play with her younger siblings.
I happened to get the youngsters playing on video and posted it to Tik Tok. Because doesn’t everyone love a cat video.
Watching my cats and dogs play is one of my greatest joys. Just petting them calms me. I personally think that having cats is the best thing.
It was high time for me to return to Chillicothe. I hadn’t visited my dad, sister and niece and nephews for a few years. We packed a lot into this visit. Beginning with a beautiful sunset all the way to town.
I saw my dad. He’s doing okaying. He cannot sit in a wheelchair without falling, so he has goals to meet if he wants to get out of the nursing home.
A trip through Yoctangee Park and downtown Chillicothe with my beautiful niece. We made a few stops along the way while waiting on my sister to join us. Dinner with my niece and one of my nephews all in one day.
A day trip to Point Pleasant, West Virginia brought us over the two rivers to the Mothman Museum with my nephew. A sunset escorted us back to Chillicothe.
Dinner with my nephew at Los Mariachis. The food was delicious. That was day two. With visits everyday to see my dad. The first day he was snoozing though.
Yesterday was a bit more laid back. Beginning with lunch with an online friend and her husband. Once again we found ourselves in the downtown area. We shopped and ran into my nephew once again quite by accident. He treated us to some Boba from High Five Cakes. He left for church with some goodies in hand.
While we were enjoying our teas, my sister joined us. Once again we were treated this time with cupcakes for Ralph and macarons for me. It’s difficult finding sweet treats with wheat and dairy allergies. Since the macaron is made with almond flour, I couldn’t resist. They were sinfully delicious. Soft and moist in delicious flavors. Apparently the cupcakes were the same.
We hit some more shops and may have picked up a few Christmas gifts. We headed back to our hotel room to play cards. Dinner with my sister before we called it a night.
This morning we’ll meet for breakfast, visit my dad and head to Columbus to catch our flight home. I know there will be hell to pay since I pushed myself these few days, but I am prepared to be in bed for a day or two.
My allergies have been acting up. Since I attended a conference with over 1000 people, some of whom reported the same symptoms as me and tested positive for Covid, I got tested.
I am vaccinated. I had my Moderna booster a few weeks ago. I hope it’ll keep me safe so that I can continue to enjoy activities like the writers conference. But I still got tested, because I know that there are breakthrough cases.
Let me tell you that sticking a Q-tip up my nose wasn’t my idea of fun. I did it, because the holidays are coming up and I didn’t want to take chances with other peoples health.
I did the test on Sunday about 11:10 am. My results came back around 2 am. And a drum roll please…. I don’t have Covid. The test was negative.
I am just having allergies to something in the air. It gets worse at night. I should have known that it was my seasonal stuff and I think I did… But I needed to make sure.