No Foolin’: It’s a great title. Earlier this week I saw it used as an advertising slogan. But I guess a clever title won’t compensate for an oxygen-starved brain.
At least that is one theory about fibro fog: that the haze is caused by poor oxygen uptake or delivery or whatever.
This morning I did manage a great flute practice. It seems, though, with my hour-long concentrated effort (which I thoroughly enjoyed, metronome and all) I used up today’s supply of energy. Or maybe it was oxygen.
Since last night I have had scattered pre-migraine spells: a funny tingling on my scalp and skin, a flash of light, a bitter taste, a head buzzing sensation. I alternate between feeling fine and feeling lousy. With any luck no migraine will materialize.
So I guess it was a good move to reschedule Mom’s eye appointment in Burlington to another day. I felt guilty about it at first because I’m not actually sick, just feeling like I’ve reached my physical and emotional limits. A nice nap after lunch sounds good. Then I really need to clean the bathroom. Or at least walk down the driveway to get the mail. And plan supper.
Right now, though, I’m going to take a deep breath and throw together some lunch.
No foolin’ . . . well, except for the bathroom. It needs cleaning, but I’m not gonna do it today.
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