This year I have been told by two doctors that I more than likely have Fibromyalgia. There is a little problem that goes along with the disease that involves confusion, forgetfulness and short attention span, known as "Fibro Fog". So add that to the life-long overstimulated "scatterbrained fool" problem, and I'm in a bit of a pickle.

Do I turn right?
Do I turn left?
Do I search high?
Do I search low?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
What's for lunch? I'd rather have chicken.

But you know what, I'm working on it. I'm not going to make too many excuses for myself. These days I am struggling harder than ever to get focused and stay on task with anything I take on. What would be simple simon for most folks can seem overwhelming to me, but on days I don't have much pain, I get to work. I look around this place, this home sweet cluttered home, and say to myself, "Baby steps." What About Bob, ha, I loved that movie.

Anyway, I'm learning that some things are not impossible, especially with reminder notes. My mother had Alzheimers, and I'm not as crazy as that yet, so there is hope.