Sometimes we do things while our brain is in 'fibrofog'. We can either laugh about them or cry about them. We have decided to laugh!   

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I had one particular day at work that was horrendous. I was so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I'm a computer specialist and was working on a program that I was writing and my head kept rolling backwards. Well, I decided that I needed to go lay down in the ladies lounge.

My friends (and co-workers) were used to my coming into their offices (situated across from the ladies room, where the ladies' lounge is) and telling them to wake me after 15 minutes (or 30 if it was my lunch break). So, I asked two people (always have a backup!) to wake me in 15 minutes.

Well, I woke up by myself and felt really rested, which is unusual. I thought for 15 minutes I felt great. So great no one even had to come in and wake me up. I stopped to throw some water on my face and freshen up before heading back to my office.

As I passed by the offices I noticed that all the doors to the offices were closed, and locked. Since I hadn't passed by a window, I did not notice that it was dark outside. When I did notice that the sun had long set, I didn't panic. It was wintertime and I figured I had just slept a little longer than the 15 minutes and it was probably about 5:30. No biggie. But I wondered why everyone went home early or if there was an emergency due to a power failure and they sent everyone home (not uncommon during a winter storm day in our old office).

As I rounded the bend and walked down the hallway to my office I realized that someone had closed, and locked, my office door. NOW I started to panic. My purse was in the office, and inside that purse were my car keys.

None of the offices were open so I couldn't call my husband to come pick me up with a spare set of car keys (which he keeps handy for this very reason, I've locked myself out of my office before).

I knew if I went outside of the building, I couldn't get back in because the card reader that reads our key cards locks everyone out at 5:30 pm.

I didn't know what to do. I was in such a panic. I had NO idea what time it was (I didn't wear a watch then). I had NO idea how to reach someone to get me into the office because there was no phone available...they were all locked behind office doors. There were no cars in the parking lot except mine, so I knew that there was no one upstairs in any of the upstairs offices.

Well, I had to make a decision. So, I left the building. I went up the road about 1/2 mile to the nearest bar. I asked one of the patrons for a quarter so I could make a phone call.

I then looked at the clock in the bar. It was 10:38 pm. I then called my husband collect. He was in a fit of a panic and had called the police, who by the time I had walked to the bar, were already at my car at work searching to see if I lay dead inside or something.

While this wasn't all that humorous at the time, I almost fall down laughing when I think about it.

Oh, and I never told anyone at work, except the two people who forgot to wake me up! Now I carry a little portable alarm clock, just in case.

About this time last year I stopped by Bob Evans on the way home from work for my supper. My son was at work and no one was at home. After I ate and paid my bill I went out to my car. Went to look for my keys, couldn't find them. Went back to the restaurant, they weren't there, couldn't see them in the car, looked all around the car. Don't have AAA, called my sister to see if she could take me to where my son worked so I could get his house key, then take me home to get the spare key then back to the car. Sister wasn't home. By this time I am frustrated, upset, feeling stupid and just plain stumped. So, my son makes arrangements to leave work, having to close the shop an hour early, went and got the key, came and got me. My keys were laying on the passanger seat under my sweater. Months later, (like 7 or 8 months), I remembered I carry an emergency key in my billfold!! Still haven't mentioned that to my son.

I am attempting to wean 2 toddlers off of their bottles. One morning, during our "routine", I told them to pick up some toys and put their bottles in the sink to be washed. (I thought) Imagine my surprise when I came around the corner a few moments later, to see them with puzzled looks on their faces, putting their bottles in the toilet!!! As soon as I saw them, I could hear my own words, I did say "toilet" and not "sink" and the little dears were only doing what I told them!

I work at Safeway and a few years ago I was in the middle of a major flare and had not slept for several days. The lack of sleep caused me to hallucinate a little - nothing big, I would just glimpse movement in my periphial vision. Safeway's policy is if a customer comes within 5 feet of you, you must smile and greet them. I spent many days smiling and greeting my hallucinations, much to the discord of my real customers!

I am 5'6" tall and Jim, my husband, is 6'4". One day I was shopping for groceries and he had wandered into another area when I thought I heard his deep voice just behind me. I turned, looking up, and saw no one. Then I looked down and there was a puzzled and slightly embarrassed looking man whom I had bumped as I turned.....he was just about boob high to me! I have my "Lucy" days!

I work as a Graphic Designer for a local advertising publication. One of my duties is to design ads for our clients. One afternoon I was feeling particularly exhausted. I was right in the middle of creating a wonderful ad when all of a sudden I "woke up"! Without even realizing what had just happened, I had gone off into a deep "Fog". When I shook off the cobwebs, I looked at the ad I had been working on. Much to my dismay, I had typed in some nonsense about an experience I had when I was in college. Most of it was unintelligible, but I sure had a good laugh, which I shared with co-workers! I had no clue I drifted that deep. I've just been recently diagnosed, so at least now I have a good excuse to be "Foggy"!!!

I have hundreds of FUNNIES---really and truly......................................................................... ................................................................... .............................................................................. .................................................................... .............................................................................. ..........................my children agree................ .............................................................................. .................................................................... .............................................................................. .................................................................... .................................................my husband agrees, but it still annoys him.................................... .............................................................................. ..................................................................... .............................................................................. ..................................................................... but as much as I would like to win something once, .......................................................................... .............................................................................. ....................................................................... I know I can't win because I can't remember a single one of them and my family is too tired of helping me with everything they don't want to............ also........................................................... be my memory THIS IS A TRUE STORY, NOT JUST MADE UP TO BE A LITTLE ((very little) CUTE IN THE MOMENT

I always thought that I was just unobservant about things when I missed the obvious so often. Now I know it is just the times when I am particularly foggy.

For sixteen years I was a nun and I worked in a parish ten months out of the year and went back to the convent during the summer. Because I was a young sister, I was assigned a room in the college dorm those two months. The first year I came home to the convent and moved into my room I noticed that there were those little coat hooks all around the inside of the walk in closet. (You know the ones they have in grade schools for the kids coats!)

Anyway I thought it was weird that there was no wooden pole across the closet to hang my clothes on, but I just hung my hangers on the hooks. To make a long story short. I was in the same room for three summers in a row. It was on the third summer that I noticed the pole was there all the time, I just hadn't noticed it! I was so embarrassed that I asked another sister if the pole had always been there. It had - we checked. Needless to say it was the joke of the convent for years. I still laugh when I think about it.

My son recently came to spend several days with us. It was very exciting to have a young, healthy body around. As he was heading up the stairs to get some well-earned rest, I mentioned 2 or 3 more major jobs that he could take on around the house. Mid-step he paused, turned around with a big grin on his face and said " Okay mom. Only - don't tell anyone else and DON'T write it down, ok?" I would say this young man understands fibro fog very well.

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