This post is part of a month-long series. You can read the rest here.
I made a plan. I called neurologist #2 and made an appointment. Er… rather, I called and was informed I already have a follow-up appointment scheduled for October 29th. Well, that should give us something interesting to talk about the last few days of this series!
Sometimes I want to blame incidents like that on brain fog, because, frankly, I know that there have been periods in the last couple of months where I’m running on a Pentium II instead of whatever’s really in this headdrive. (Like that? I like making up words. My husband does, too. The best one he ever accidentally made up (while in the pulpit!) was “satisfication,” and then LeBron James used it in a press conference. I’m still hearing about that one.)
This morning we missed my daughter’s soccer game, because I put the wrong time into Google calendar. Is that brain fog? Is that stuff that happens to everybody? Is that typical Lauren? Don’t answer that, Dad. I am so much better than I was fifteen years ago. No doubt.
It used to make me feel so much better if I could justify my reason for messing up. Now I just want to get better. Perhaps that’s part of growing up. In the meantime, I’m so grateful for the gracious attitudes of my family and especially, in more weighty soul-matters, the continuous grace of my Savior.