Maybe this blog has resulted from a bad GP brain fog (see the about page for a description of this) or maybe it has resulted from the need to feel like all of these crazy adventures could potentially help someone else. At any rate, here goes nothing!
The interesting thing about a GP brain fog is that you never fully realize you are in one until you are coming out of it. As a result, I have lost the past 2.5 days of my life and I’m not quite sure what all I did in that time. What I do know is the following: the house hasn’t burnt down, the car wasn’t wrecked, the dog wasn’t lost and it appears that I did some laundry. Based on the later, it seems the 2.5 days wasn’t a total loss. The laundry is hanging downstairs as if some mystery person had snuck into the house in the middle of the night (or broad daylight for that matter) and did my laundry for me. I have a slight recollection of carrying the laundry downstairs, but other than that nothing. Wait….we have another item for the list of accomplishments for the 2.5 days: I didn’t fall down the stairs!
Now my fellow GPers will understand that this is as good as it gets during brain fog. Normally at the end of a fog, you will find that someone has snuck in and left blankets, pillows, and socks all over the house, watched full seasons of random television shows on Netflix, and commented on a ton of Facebook stuff under your name. Hmm…I am beginning to put these pieces together and wonder if there are some GP elves out there that spike our smoothies to knock us out and take over the house. If they exist, at least this time they were nice enough to do laundry and restock the ginger ale.