feel a bit of a doughnut posting here, but hey ho.
Had a terrible weekend with my brain. We took our son out on Saturday, and had to cut the afternoon short because my brain crashed. We’d had a nice potter around on a train, and into some craft shops, then we went into a “paint your own ceramci” shop and my brain collapsed. The guy was chattering about all the different designs, and different items which could be painted, and I was thinking about Christmas presents and who we could paint something for. Then the plug was pulled and it was information overload. There was a slight slope in the floor and it was like I was on a steep slope trying to keep my balance. So we went home without painting a pot!
Yesterday wasn’t much better, we had to change plans to go to the waterpark and went to the cinema instead. Watching Turbo in 3D was interesting to say the least!! lol. I sat in the car whilst my husband went to the supermarket afterwards. Thinking about what to buy, and what to eat, and what recipe to make?? NOOOOOOO
So last night I text my boss and asked to work from home. Now, I have somebody important coming in today,re: VAT but we have remote apps,so I can still email, message and speak (if necessary). My boss was ok, but it was as if she thought I had a choice? I mean - drive to work, and walk down from my car, and be in a worse position, or stay here and give myself some hope of getting some work done? Otherwise, I’d have to call in sick, and I don’t get paid, and I can’t afford that right nopw.
Didn’t go as planned as my father in law came to pick up my son (and we haven’t told him about what’s been happening), and he stayed for quite some time, and my son needed peeling off the ceiling with grandad here. I just sat, and hoped they’d go soon, and I knew my brain was crashing.
I feel like a computer who’s hard drive is knackered!
I wonder what is wrong, and I wonder if I’ll get a dx? I know I haven’t been waiting long, and seeing a private neuro is very speedy. But this brain of mine is my tool for what I do, and it’s just giving up on me.
And for the first time, I actually cried yesterday, because I thought it was all ok, and I could cope with these things going on. And my brain came back for a couple of weeks, so I thought - hey, there must be nothing wrong with me, and I’m find. And then BANG…bye bye brain