That means "Thank God It's The Weekend." And I do mean that. It's been a busy, rather hectic week for me (at work and elsewhere) and for almost everyone I know. I'm glad to have a couple days to decompress.
This is the weirdest thing in a while. I whined and moaned about blogger being down for those days, then when it was back up and running, I have pulled a total blank! How ridiculous is that?
Here is a little something that may be related to the fact that I can't remember all those things I was dying to write about and now can't remember. Since I have recently had a couple of the more uncomfortable and intense bouts of fibromyalgia I've had in a long time, I decided I should read up. It is one of those syndromes that is still "new," still having new discoveries, etc. I used to check on it often. Since I hadn't had any debilitating sieges for a while, I haven't kept up.
When I was reading about the various aspects of it, I saw something I hadn't seen before, fibrofog. Lights began blinking over my head, bells were clanging, and I think I heard a couple whistles, too. I've had a few times in recent weeks that worried me. If you know my family history, you might remember my mother had Alzheimer's, my brother has Parkinson's, my grandmother had dementia of an undefined type, and my sister was showing signs of early dementia before her death. I've experienced a number of occasions recently when I was at work when I was having trouble keeping my focus. At times, it felt as if my head was .... wait for it .... in a fog, as if I weren't completely awake. I had trouble keeping my thoughts trained to the task at hand. Sometimes, I had several things going on at once, and my previously solid multi-tasking skills were simply MIA. My desk would look like a giant paper-pooping bird had stopped to rest there for a while. I tried to sort out the possible causes, and in the process wondered about whether the job stress was too much for this old gal or if the demon dementia was closer than I realized.
I don't worry a lot, as a rule, about dementia. But it is never far from my mind, either. I quietly prayed that my problems were from age and stress! How sad is it that those should be the "better" options?? Not that any cause for thought impairment is good, but "The Big A" is very scary.
So, reading about fibrofog was a relief for me. When I realized that those foggy moments have occurred in correlation with the recent flares of "The Big FM," it made me feel better. Now I have several things to focus my worries on outside of that one that is the worst. Crazy! As I write this I realize the ludicrousness of the fact that I'm finding comfort in thinking fibrofog is better than dememtia!! Neither is curable! However, reading about fibrofog makes me think it isn't as permanent or deep or totally debilitating. Am I clutching at straws? Perhaps. But it has made me feel less stress than I did before. Anything helps.
So .... how is your weekend starting? LOL! I'm not as morbid as that sounds. However, it feels good to see it, to say it, and to move on to other things. I'm a little tired, so will going to take it fairly easy today. Then I'll see how tomorrow shapes up when it gets here. Again, what are your weekend plans?