I learned a new bit of terminology today. This will probably show my age. Drunk Dialing – you get drunk and make phone calls. The callee is usually an ex.

I guess now with cell phones so handy it’s even easier to make that call you’ll regret the next day. I kinda remember doing this when I was much younger. But I’d have to use a phone that had a cord attached to it, pull the phone to the point of almost pulling the cord out and hide in a bathroom to speak very quietly.

My drinking days are now over, my phone is cordless and I don’t hide in bathrooms. Now if I could only learn to think before I speak…………

I had dinner out with a some women I know from a Mom’s meetup group I belong to. It’s always nice to get out of the house especially without children. It was a lot of fun. I ate too much and spent too much, but it was worth it.

This is something that people with chronic illnesses should try to do. Of course at their own pace. But it’s good to be around people who aren’t sick so we don’t focus on our health. It’s nice to just talk about “normal” stuff.

If I’m not feeling too badly I can get my mind off of my aches and pains. I can talk and laugh (even at myself!), and pretend I’m not sick for a short while.

I used to be really smart. Not just the kind of smart where I had to study to get good grades in school. The real smart. I could take a test without much studying, write a paper off the top of my head, speak well, etc. Sorry, I’m not bragging. It’s just that with all of my health stuff, I’ve lost that.

It’s sad, frustrating and makes me feel less confident at times. I now have an anger problem. I get angry easily if things don’t go my way especially if it has to do with something I know I should know.

This is not a pity party. Just letting others with chronic illnesses know that Brain Fog is real. It can be caused by your meds, your neurological problems, your lack of real sleep, or even not using the ole noggin like you used to.

So excuse me when I forget things. I do it a lot. I’m not disorganized, or ditzy, just sick.

Lady Ali had her heart broken today. Mine is breaking too. As a mother I feel her pain. No, it’s not just words it’s real. Any mother worth her salt can tell you that. I can’t explain it. There’s no words for it. Maybe it’s like when a twin knows when her twin has been hurt? Not sure but I can’t stand to know that she’s sad.

She’s grown but I still want to protect her. I want to drive out there right now, hold her and tell her it’ll be alright. Then go punch the guy. I’ll be going to there on Monday but waiting that long is killing me.

She’s my first born. She’s beautiful, sweet, loving and smart. The next guy that she chooses will realize that…