Here at the Research Unit of the Fool & Bladder Institute we are conducting a study of Brain Fog and have come to a startling conclusion.
Scientists, working round the clock, have discovered a connection between environmental factors and Brain Fog. Research is still in it’s early stages; however many professionals who specialise in the area of Brain Fog,or BF as it’s called, are convinced that a major cause of BF is linked to the question, “Who’s round is it?”
We studied a group of the 36 ‘regulars’ at the institute by dividing them in two groups. One would ask the question, “Who’s round is it?” when their glasses were empty, while the control group would be given free replacement drinks when they had finished their last one.
The figures are still being crunched as we need to sort out anomalies such as volunteers sneaking out of Group 1 to join those in Group 2 and volunteers in Group 2 collapsing (passing out) too often to be of any practical use to the study. However initial expectations are high as we get closer to the festive season of Goodwill and Cirrhosis. Our resident gastroenterologist and BF specialist, Eva Lookatatthisone-Nurse, predicts that a definition, produced as a result of this research will, someday, become a significant contributing factor of the MacDonald Criteria.
Dr Lookatthisone-Nurse said, " I’ved done avout ash much as sanywone could do - whersh my vodka - I feel sick.", before falling over in a deep, and doubtless, well deserved sleep.
It’s personal commitment and self sacrifice like this that is an inspiration to us all.
Cheers!
Albrecht Durer (Wines & Spirits and science Correspondent)
Here at the Research Unit of the Fool & Bladder Institute we are conducting a study of Brain Fog and have come to a startling conclusion.
Scientists, working round the clock, have discovered a connection between environmental factors and Brain Fog. Research is still in it’s early stages; however many professionals who specialise in the area of Brain Fog,or BF as it’s called, are convinced that a major cause of BF is linked to the question, “Who’s round is it?”
We studied a group of the 36 ‘regulars’ at the institute by dividing them in two groups. One would ask the question, “Who’s round is it?” when their glasses were empty, while the control group would be given free replacement drinks when they had finished their last one.
The figures are still being crunched as we need to sort out anomalies such as volunteers sneaking out of Group 1 to join those in Group 2 and volunteers in Group 2 collapsing (passing out) too often to be of any practical use to the study. However initial expectations are high as we get closer to the festive season of Goodwill and Cirrhosis. Our resident gastroenterologist and BF specialist, Eva Lookatatthisone-Nurse, predicts that a definition, produced as a result of this research will, someday, become a significant contributing factor of the MacDonald Criteria.
Dr Lookatthisone-Nurse said, " I’ved done avout ash much as sanywone could do - whersh my vodka - I feel sick.", before falling over in a deep, and doubtless, well deserved sleep.
It’s personal commitment and self sacrifice like this that is an inspiration to us all.
Cheers!
Albrecht Durer (Wines & Spirits and science Correspondent)
Then there are those of us who don’t drink, but still suffer brain fog. I understand that there are no plans to investigate our problems because it’s not as much fun.
Interesting report, I also think that apart from our ‘normal’ brain fog that we experience by the sound of it, that there is also the category of ‘big pill’ brain fog which adds to mine but from a personal point of view, I don’t really care if the big pills add to the brain fog or if it is a different sort of brain fog as long as I can still keep having my big pills. Also concluding from my children’s point of view that I have brain fog cause I still live in ‘that funny place’ (sadly no longer inhabited by previous individuals such as Tommy Porthole and Captain Birdseye and the lady who runs round banging on the bins).
Proud to have fought it all today and attended a funeral/cremation, in the right town, at the right time although I nearly gate crashed a previous funeral due to the urgent need to go to the small room after racing down the M6, which strangely apparently was completely empty except for myself and a lorry. I think there was an accident at Knutsford so for about 12 miles, my car and the lorry travelled on our own on three lanes, without another vehicle in sight in front or behind. It was almost like the 70s.
The lovely lady whose husband has just died, is the warmest kindest person. She sometimes says things wrong. Her daughter told me that they went to see her husband at the funeral home and she was concerned he was cold. Then said ‘Oh it’ll be alright, he’ll be warmed up on Monday!’
I was asked if I was being supported for the day, I replied yes thank you, I have a good stick prescribed by the NHS and some big pills for after the pub. Mmm I think the big pill theme might suggest a small life change before long.
I find Mondays are good for brain fog as the extended amount of soaps on the tele enable a good meltdown of no-thoughts and usually enabling a very good refreshed brain on a Tuesday.
Not that The Institute would condone mixing alcohol (except Pale Amontillado Sherry, which deserves everything that’s coming to it) with any prescription medication, but if anyone would like to share their experiences/experiments, one of the lab techies here is always on the lookout for the next legal high. Look out for his website foolingfeelish@fool+bladder.ac.uk and join in the fun. He tells me.
Strangely I have only had five alcoholic drinks all this year and the day of the funeral I rather fancied a tall cinzano rosso (takes of the 70s) with lots of lemonade and other things thrown in. I think it was an emotional response as the do was in a pub I used to go in when I was a lot younger and you either managed to get hold of cinzano rosso or a bottle of bulmers from the take out cubby hole by some poor sap who felt sorry for us hanging about the outdoor begging people to get us a bottle.
Failing that it was the chip shop and home for a rather lengthy denial of any chip involvement.
Why don’t mushy peas taste the same? They were so good then.
Wednesday - woke up, no brain fog! This should be interesting. I have asked a gardener to come and do some work as there are things I can’t do. The garden is white over and frozen to a crisp. Oh well, I’m sure he can maul stuff about and take other stuff away.
Hope everybody is ok today, the cold is making me body feel like I’ve been on the lottery wheel. Time for a big pill and to call pip pip to all the blackbirds.
I wish the woman from Capita could see me on an average day. I’d show her cognitive issues, aka brain fog. (And the hand tremors, memory lapses and other things she claimed that I didn’t exhibit.)
I’ve spent all day thinking it was Thursday. I’d dragged the wheelie bin halfway round to the front before I realised that the bin collection isn’t for another two days.
Then I had to drag it all the way back.
I’m going to have to do it all over again tomorrow.
Gosh you are spoilt, a bin collection where the bins are actually collected! I’ve had some enjoyable discussions lately with the council after requesting a little bit of help with my bins, which resulted in my bins not being collected at all. So after the last phone call when I asked them if on their council map my house was the Bermuda triangle of bin collection, the bin collections have started again.
No brain fog all day yesterday it was quite wonderful, apart from the gardener, who seems to have had a personality transplant and used to be helpful, ended up quoting me between 500 and 800 pounds for a bit of dirt and stuff to be dug up and removed and some simple slabs put down. Phht, phht so after a cup of tea and long chat and list of things it would involve, I thanked him politely for coming said I would think about it, then shut the door and uttered my most favourite word, t—er. It seems now he has an expensive dog and a ‘hunting’ habit, that this ridiculous quote might have helped him with his hobby. I was so angry it was burning inside me and I will find an alternative even if I have to trowel 500 grams of dirt into a plastic bag every day for two years and put it in a bag to dump in the town litter bin. Ways and means people ways and means.
I think I love you. Favourite word being t—er! Mine is arse!
I hope you stroked your chin whilst saying you’d think about his ridiculous quote.
And I would probably have written a long boring letter to the head of the outsourced rubbish collection ‘service’ which replaced the council refuse department. But no doubt your phone call was the better action. Sometimes my letters seem to annoy people. I don’t know why.
Also well done to you for telling AD he is spoilt. Honestly, Port Salute and Rocqufort. Together? At once? Next he’ll be telling us he eats Gorgonzola too.
I am having a very well deserved day of brain fog. I’ve had to give up on today’s crossword because I didn’t understand quite a few of the clues, let alone manage to solve any of them. Plus, I just had to look up the spelling of Rocqufort. Twice. I’m thinking of going back to bed quite soon.
Yesterday I had a number of consecutive episodes of brain fog. One of them involved repeated attempts to take a small pile of clothes into the bedroom. When I found myself heading downstairs with them for the second time I got so frustrated and desperate that I almost broke down and cried.
Still, at least I managed to finish my mandatory reconsideration letter. I had an appointment with the dentist today, so I didn’t even have to make a special trip to post the letter as the post office is on the way to the dentist.
We have to keep our standards Sue - so please write out 100 times ROCQUEFORT.
lt’s one of my favourites - but l am following The Coimbra Protocol - so to keep calcium levels down l have to go Dairy Free [and gluten free - which does help with brain fog and fatigue].
All the B vits help with memory and brain fog/fatigue. B12/Riboflavin/Thiamine/Niacin/ Biotin. Omega 3 and many others.
It would be OK if it wasn’t such an essential word to ones vocabulary, along with all other cheeses. Which I obviously can’t even remember the names of right now never mind spell them.
Dear Cheerful Dragon, me thinks you just need your own special word that is suitable for all occasions (but spoken quietly if needed in company or in a situation) or even thought about someone whilst at the same time, giving them a delightful comment.
ARMHOLES !!! - ls my get it our there word. You can whisper it - or try sneathing gritted teeth. Or just stand up and let it out. [without looking like Catherine Tate’s Nan]