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A Foggy Day (In Lupus Town)

This post is part of the Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge hosted by WEGO Health. I will be writing a post a day for all 30 days. You can learn more about it here:

Today’s topic:

Theme song. Imagine your health focus or blog is getting its own theme song. What would the lyrics be? What type of music would it be played to?

No.. I’m not in London (I wish!), but this song gets stuck in my head every time I have an episode of “brain fog.” It’s a Gershwin brothers tune that has been sung by Frank Sinatra, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Michael Buble… and even David Bowie.

Brain fog is when it feels like my brain is all cloudy. My thoughts just don’t connect. I forget everything, which often means that I leave things half finished. I lose things. I can’t remember anything. I’ll start talking then forget what I was saying half way through, I can’t seem to process what people have said to me, and I never do what they’ve asked me to do because I never remember that they said it. Once, a receptionist at the doctor’s office asked me to confirm my birthday and I stared at her for a good 30seconds before I remembered… and I’ve completely lost count of the number of loads of laundry I’ve forgotten in the washer! It sounds amusing (and sometimes it really is like when I find a phone in the freezer or my hairbrush in my socks drawer), but a lot of the time its just frustrating. It makes me look like I’m stupid, and I end up forgetting things I wanted to do and messing stuff up.

I love this song, because it reminds me that sooner or later this feeling will ease up soon, and that silver lining gets me through the frustration.

A Foggy Day (In London Town) I was a stranger in the city Out of town were the people I knew I had that feeling of self-pity What to do? What to do? What to do? The outlook was decidedly blue But as I walked through the foggy streets alone It turned out to be the luckiest day I’ve known A foggy day in London Town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with alarm The British Museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn’t passed, For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London Town The sun was shining everywhere.
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