Brain fog is something I experience daily, probably hourly, if not more. I’m much worse of an evening, especially after I’ve taken my nighttime meds. A combination of pain, fatigue, medication etc means that I have cognitive impairment that means I often talk a lot of nonsensical bullshit. I am very lucky that my boyfriend can often decipher what I’m trying to say or finish my sentences for me.
With all that in mind, I thought I’d share some foggy brain rubbish I’ve spouted out lately.
Me: Austria and Belgia. No, that’s not right, is it?
Me: Bel-jamier. Is that it?
Bf: No. Belguim
Me: Oh, that makes more sense. I prefer Bel-jamier.
Translation: arm hair
I’ll put that in my bog bog
Translation: brain fog list
*Singing* Take a sick of my secret cokey
Translation: Take a sip of my secret potion
Me: That thing is catching the wind screens
Me: The thing on the wind screens
Bf: The fan on the curtains?
Open your eyes full price
Translation: wide open
Take them swat bods away
Translation: cotton buds
Put that in the swev
They’re only a pound for socks and fucks
I’m never tick-lud
Stiffy tocky pudding
Translation: sticky toffee
Me: Is that an ox or a buffoon?
Bf: A buffalo?
Me: That’s what I meant
Me: The other thing we need to do is put that on top of the clothes radiator
Bf: The wardrobe
You’re just saying that because of his smash
Me: He fell in a fast canal
Bf: A river
Hand scarf things
Me: Ah, Dexter, be careful, there’s hot cot-hot-erm-cot-hot
3 year old: Hot tea, Sarah
Me: I’ve had my Boost and McDonalds
Me: The chocolate