Thursday, January 3, 2013

Riddle Me This

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I'm a big Tolkien fan. I watched the new Hobbit movie last weekend and loved it. My favorite scene is the one in which Bilbo and Gollum play a game of riddles. For enormous stakes.

It made me think of a riddle that I'd really like someone to answer for me. It goes like this:

Why is it that last week, on the same day, within the same hour, my brain did a very weird thing: I went online to review my understanding of plasma electrophoresis. This is not to insinuate that I actually do understand it.....but I recognized enough words and grasped a kinda-sorta overall big picture of what was going on in the article.

So I pushed myself away from the computer while kinda sorta congratulating myself on whatever kinda sorta concept that I was able to resurrect from my brain.

After I mentally patted myself on the back, I wandered into the dining room and sat down at the jigsaw puzzle set up on the table, confident that the task of putting various Santa pieces together would be elementary compared to trying to decipher the various types of gammopathy.

Wrong.

Suddenly, as I looked at the pieces of the puzzle, I had a complete loss of any perception as to what I should do with all those brightly colored pieces. Zip. Blanked. Nada. I actually broke out in a sweat as I sat there and my mind churned furiously in a panic. I finally gave up and retreated to my bedroom, threw on my jammies, slid into bed, and fumed.

So not fair. So weird. So........puzzling.

6 comments:

Heda said...

Exactly. And it's scary. Nothing like those few seconds of sheer terror standing at your own front door trying to remember which key and how to put it in the lock. xo

Anita Rowe Stafford said...

Those moments are terribly confusing. I also find myself in some sort of "daze" a great deal of the time where I function, but thought processes are not working past automation. I long for my "self" back.

ShEiLa said...

Hang in there! I can relate.

ToOdLeS.

Baillie said...

It took 25-30 years to get a diagnosis of Systemic Sjogren's, and I'm well along a serious course at age 56.

Recently, my speech center joined in. I'll be babbling along in my usual fog when a word--usually a noun--gets stuck: yesterday Hobby-Lobby became Hanna-Barbera.

My young'un was quick at that one - the "H" and two words being hyphenated clued her in. (By this stage, we'd rather laugh than cry, so it can get pretty silly at times.)

Anonymous said...

so...brain foggy! I had a panic attack in the shower one morning because I couldn't remember what day it was, then realized that I also couldn't remember what year it was...at all...I had to run out & look at my checkbook since I remembered there was a calender on the back of it...so, my point is, at least you didn't run around your house naked trying to figure out the puzzle! :) by the way, I love your blog & read it every day. I usually comment through the blog as "Annonymous" because I can't figure out how else to do it...just wanted to let you know that I still thoroughly enjoy your humorous writing & photos. Happy New Year! Patti from Florida

annie said...

One of the scariest components of this illness has to be the severity of brain fog. How in one instant, you can totally blank out and not recognize a thing, a place and then start to panic so badly you see nothing else around you. It's difficult to explain unless you experience it. Sometimes the brain fog is so bad, it feels like a living nightmare; i's scary and really unpleasant to live with.

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