Headaches, fatigue, inability to concentrate. Oh, right; I have fibro.

*headdesk*

No, seriously; I tend to forget. Things got so much better and I became used to the new baseline that I have essentially forgotten.

So put my inability to remember what day it is, who to call back, how long something’s been sitting in my in-box, how to string words together to answer a simple e-mail, or how long ago I was supposed to hit ‘publish’ in the boy’s 44-month post (or anything not related to work, really) down to the fibro-fog and lack of available energy and memory. I’m somewhat relieved to realise that I have a genuine root cause of not begin able to focus on something properly, and for not being able to properly plan a month even when staring at a calendar. Work is the only thing I’m staying on top of, because, well, insane deadline.

I’m kind of listless, and I can see that reflected in the cello-heavy recent posts. I’ve just been marking down what’s going on, not really thinking or going beyond keeping basic track of what’s been happening. (Which isn’t much, because I’m not sure where the days are going, thank you, fibro.) I’ve been spending a lot of time just staring at things. Cello’s the only thing I’m keeping up with. Everything else is basically on hold or dropped along a wayside somewhere. I’m sure I’ll find them when the snow melts, a bit battered and worse for wear but essentially salvageable. No knitting; some reading, although I’m not retaining much of what I read so it’s basically light stuff only.

I scrubbed the bathtub this morning and was wiped. (No pun intended.) Thanks to the wonder of the stand mixer I was able to do bread, and a batch of cookies. The boy’s home with me today, so the cookies were a necessity, as were pancakes for lunch. I finally got him to nap; we’ll see how long that lasts.

And yes, the boy’s 44-month post is up. It sat there for a week, because all I had to do was upload the photos, but did I remember to do that? Not until today, I didn’t.