No shortage of "am I going up the stairs or down the stairs?" moments. Not like that's anything new.
Even without a lot of disruption I can descend into periods of fibro fog. Under the best of circumstances this feels like fuzzy-headed, galaxy-disappearing periods of blur; panic-inducing moments of complete amnesia under the worst. And yes, it's connected with fibro, hence the awesomely alliterative term, "fibro fog."
Like other people with fibro, I have a bunch of amusing stories about putting refrigerator items in cupboards and cupboard items into the laundry and all that. I have significantly less amusing and downright dangerous stories about the stove.
For two years I lived in an apartment with an electric stove. As a cook, I hated it. My joy at once again having a gas stove in my new home quickly faded as I realized that forgetting to turn off gas burners is exponentially more dangerous than leaving on an electric stove top.
|This tasteful label may have to|
be much larger at some point.
After ones of these incidents I managed to snap out of fibro fog long enough to haul out the label maker -- possibly because of the adrenalin rush accompanying that WTF moment. I now have reminders posted on the stove by the burners, as well as at eye level above the stove.
Right now, the label looks like an attractive design feature but I know that at some point I'll need to change the color and size so the label pops up in my consciousness.
|The Crown painting by Aron Wiesenfeld|