F is for Frustration
Jan. 2nd, 2018 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This be a rant. You have been warned. Nothing to hurt anybody, just personal non-function grumpiness.
I need to brain. I want to brain. And I can't. I have no focus whatsoever. Pinning down thoughts is worse than pinning down moths around a summer porch light. This is such a far stretch from normal for me it's hard to explain; suffice to say that while I have been here before, on those occasions I could look at circumstances and take a reasonable guess as to when it would end. Either I'd had surgery and was recovering from anesthesia brain or I was on extremely potent pain killers, or both. Even then, knowing why it was happening and that it was temporary, the consistent refrain was "I want my brain back!". I've never been at risk for opiate addiction, because the brain fog makes me crazier than anything else could.
And here I am, brain-fogged beyond belief, with nothing I can point to and thus nothing to say when I'll get it back. The word of the night is AAAARRRRGH!!!!!
Here endeth the rant.
I need to brain. I want to brain. And I can't. I have no focus whatsoever. Pinning down thoughts is worse than pinning down moths around a summer porch light. This is such a far stretch from normal for me it's hard to explain; suffice to say that while I have been here before, on those occasions I could look at circumstances and take a reasonable guess as to when it would end. Either I'd had surgery and was recovering from anesthesia brain or I was on extremely potent pain killers, or both. Even then, knowing why it was happening and that it was temporary, the consistent refrain was "I want my brain back!". I've never been at risk for opiate addiction, because the brain fog makes me crazier than anything else could.
And here I am, brain-fogged beyond belief, with nothing I can point to and thus nothing to say when I'll get it back. The word of the night is AAAARRRRGH!!!!!
Here endeth the rant.