Brain fog, misty business. She cannot recall things, remember names and events, unexplained dizziness, and forget things.
Together we will figure it out, we will come to the whole story, but that is at the expense of swallowing, accepting, and reacting.
“B. where are my keys? Where have I left them?” By checking together where she has been, we find out that they are still in the store. Just pick them up and move on.
Then we’re going to make pumpkin soup. All things are ready. The shallots must be sautéed. I shredded them; D. will bake them. While stirring, the pan comes from the kitchen: “B. they don’t get brown!! How is that possible?” Honey, did you turn on the stove?” A little later, when everything is boiling and simmering: “Weird, it doesn’t turn orange.” No, that’s not possible either, because the pumpkin cubes are still on the cutting board!
The mashed potatoes have become a big lump, and she doesn’t know what to do to make it edible again. Just forget some water. I do that, and with a fork, I loosen it.

“D. do you have…..?” “Who me?” just forgetting things, the concentration of a teaspoon.
There are notes, but if something happens on the way to what she has to do, she moves on to something else and forgets what she has to do. The washing machine has already turned four times because she failed to remove the wash.
She washes in the shower but doesn’t know if she did or not and then stands under the jet for 30 minutes.
Shopping is also an adventure: getting dizzy and having to sit down, forgetting passes, going with a list, forgetting about the list, and there are all kinds of other things in it that are not on the list.
It goes well when she has rested/slept, then it is evident inside………..for about 15 minutes, in which she realizes what is going wrong, what she is missing compared to before. Then a shock goes through the body of sadness, failure, inability, and pain. Pain because you don’t know if it will ever be okay.

Written by Ben