*Parp*…Sorry, that was me…

My brain farts* seem to be a regular occurrence at the moment.  I don’t know whether it’s the situations I’m in, like church where 40-50 people immediately identify who I am because of Joel or the amount I need to remember is increasing but I’m definitely trumping all over the place.  Today, I rang up the carpet fitters to arrange a time for them to finish laying some vinyl in our bathroom. They answered the phone and I instantly forgot why I was calling! But of course, they had answered and I couldn’t just hang up as the words “Hello” had already escaped. So I started jabbering away in an attempt to buy my brain some time. They must have thought I was a right loon!

Well, it’s not the first time peoplehttp://www.beingfibromom.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/1ef04c749f635bf18521d26b7649234c.jpg have thought I was a loon and it won’t be the last. I think I’ve lost count of the number of people who say “Hello, Vicki” and my brain
responds with “Oh, crap. I don’t know! I just don’t know who that is!” I then find myself having this completely weird conversation trying to construct general questions to gleam information about said person, while my brain frantically tries to work out who they are.

Some days I win, some days I don’t.

Ah but do you know what even worse! Top-trumps moments! When my brain won’t kick in to gear at all. Let’s set the scene. Your at a playgroup (or in any group) and want to chat to people but your feeling a bit nervous and self conscience. You wade in, and to start your having a lush conversation. You continue but then start to run out of things to say until you can’t think of anything to say….panic sets in…Now at this point, my brain shuts down comprehensible thought and I turn into a “Top Trumps” player. You know the type of conversation I mean? Where for some reason you always have it better or worse than the other person. At this point, I’m usually wishing that I could scream at myself “Shut up, just shut up!” but of course I can’t.

So I guess now is a good time to say, if  I have ever turned top-trumps-esk on you, I am truly, from the bottom of my heart sorry. Like I said, some days I win, some days I don’t.
*By the way, a brain fart is a temporary mental lapse or failure to reason correctly e.g. I’m having a brain fart and can’t spell his name correctly. 



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