You Say Po-TAY-to, I Say Po-TAH-to

Yesterday I had my weekly session with Lynne, and when I got around to describing my current physical symptoms I told her that I was experiencing some fibro fog.

“The other day I couldn’t remember my home phone number even though I’ve been dialing it for 13 years, and it really freaked me out,” I said.

“Hm,” she replied.

“Although I am still able to name all of the children on 19 Kids And Counting.”

“Mm hm,” she said. “Plus, I already have an entire page of notes written down, because you haven’t stopped talking once in the past 35 minutes.”

“Wow,” I said, glancing at my clock in surprise.

“When I work with clients who are experiencing fibro fog, they can’t even put together an entire sentence,” she explained.

“Well, I’m not having that problem,” I agreed.

“I know,” she said. “Your version of ‘fibro fog’ is other people’s version of ‘being on crack’.”