And now from the Feeling Sorry For Myself Department: For all my positive talk about the advantages of getting older, I live in (sometimes) silent fear of the side effects. Whatever the direct cause - menopause, fibro fog, the early glimmerings of inevitable senile dementia, or even my worst nightmare, Alzheimer's - my mind just ain't what it used to be. My memory, my cognitive abilities, my mental energy, all of these seem to me to be ever-so-slightly impaired. I am half the woman I used to be, and I'm not just talking about my weight. I find certain tasks more difficult to complete, especially in a timely manner and I don't like that.
Or maybe this is all just the damn fibromyalgia playing with my emotions.