I feel so dumb when things like that happen. LOLOL

We check the calendar daily and sometimes twice a day....as to your car, I always park in the same area otherwise I'd lose it too.

If you have a fancier phone, take a pic of where you parked....pole number or I try to park where I canline up with a litter from Walmart, etc.

I had a similar experience recently when we had to rent a car for a day. When I came out of the store I completely forgot it wasn't my car I had driven there, and was frantically looking for MY car.

It's kind of comforting to know we're not alone.

I read your post and boy could i relate. I walk around pushing my car alarm all the time. But, i have to admit. I never forgot which car i took. :-) Don't you love our foggy days. Okay guys get, your fog horns ready!

Aw :o( Don't be too hard on yourself. We all do it. Even "normal" people do sometimes. I've done the same thing as you with forgetting which vehicle I drove and wandered around looking for the wrong one. And like Polly said, I try to line myself up with a particular letter on the building or write down which area I parked in. Try to get some rest. Being tired & stressed only makes the fog "thicker"! Take care :o)

No worries, y'all. I pointed to my son's laptop last night and told him he needed a new mirror. Even as I said it - I'm thinking "this isn't going to come out of my face right."

My shins have been killing me, too - and why the dang googlies are my ears burning?

I've always forgotten where I park and forgetting the car I drove would be typical of me. I think that is a personality trait for me - THANK GOODNESS! and LOL - because what kind of idiot am I to be glad that forgetting which car I'm in is not related to fibro?

I have to admit, I read these posts and am fighting back tears. My life is falling apart. I ALWAYS used to consider myself a relatively intelligent, although very short tempered, person. The feeling of stupidity has been the hardest thing to deal with most of all. I think because it has only hit in the last year really hard. Background: All my life, I kept telling everyone I was "tender", every touch hurt, even though I was a tough broad lol. I rode horses, mucked stalls, was a manager of an office, then a Tractor Supply store. I have roped cows and took more than a few hooves to the body in my day. I also have Charcot Marie Tooth disease, dermatographism, and neuropathy. Two years ago, I was in so much pain I didn't want to live, I couldn't explain it or make anyone understand it. My physical therapist (for severe neck, shoulder, trapazoidal pain) suggested I see a rheumatologist. She said I could be a poster child for fibro. I made the appt. and when I got in his office and he introduced himself, all I could do was break down and sob. He said 99.9% of the time, when that happens, it is always fibro. But it is a disease of exclusion and he had a lot of tests to do. The only thing I tested pos. for was RA, but have no RA symptoms. I do have a very red mask across my face, which gets redder when I am going into a flare up. I have a high stress job in a busy office with a ton of responsibilities. I am scared to death with the economy the way it is as each day it gets more difficult to keep all the balls in the air and keep track of everything I need to. I don't know how much longer I can hide the fact that my IQ goes down each day. I think I have forgotten more than I know. I can't remember anything anymore. My husband swears it is because I don't listen no matter how much I try to explain and ask him to remember that I wasn't always like this. I don't know what to do or where to turn. Oh wait, it hurts to turn :P haha. Next week I go for a CT of my neck for grossly enlarged lymph glands. I have no idea what that is all about. I am now starting each sentence with, tell me if I already told you this, but... I find I am faking a lot of understanding, which generally comes back to bite me in the butt in my home life. I am 54 years old, and unfortunately live in a right to work state so I can lose my job anytime. We relocated here from upstate NY after my husband was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease and became legally blind. I guess that is it for now. I just wanted to be part of something where I am like someone else.

I have to have alerts in my phone for everything.


My hubby has memory problems and I have fibro fog.

Great pair huh?

Lol

one day I tried to open doors in three cars before finding my husband's that I had borrowed that day. I've been at the wrong drs. at the wrong time and day before, too. It is so hard to live with this, a constant challenge. If we weren't resourceful before, we sure learn to be.

If I use caffeine, I function better but I sweat like a race horse. Now I've got an apple calendar function on my ipad and it reminds me, the only trouble is putting in the right info. You are not alone, Abby

I love this group. Lately the loneliness of having fibro is the worst! My bestfriend and her family are visiting from FL (we grew up in RI) and I'm pushing myself to be at all the shin-digs and whatnot while they're here, and it has kicked the fog into overdrive! I am forgetting names, how to count, if someone pauses in the middle of a story I may rudely start talking because I don't realize its a pause because I had given up on paying attention to their story and now think its my turn, etc... Last night I was so foggy that the gesture hubby was afraid to let me drive home, and he knows I don't drink! They just haven't been home in two years so they didn't realize how bad it has become. They are wonderful about it, but it still sucks. Also, every freaking bone is screaming from the overdoing it. So, I need more pain meds than I'm allowed, so my stepfather is getting pissed because he holds my meds for me so that I don't forget how many I've taken already each day, but they just don't work like they used to. I feel like such a whiner! Btw... My 8 year old nephew asked what was wrong with my hands, and when I used 'the flu' analogy, he was so sweet about it, "all the time?! That stinks!" If only adults got it so quickly.

Thanks for being here fellow sufferers, you are all so appreciated.

I've lost my car too. When I'm foggy I tend to ask the same question over and over. After eleven years of marriage I notice a certain look on my husband's face. I'll ask him, so I guess I already asked you? And he'll say yes that was the third time. So I ask him to please tell me again because I have no recollection what he said.

Sometimes it's funny, sometimes not so much. My husband is pretty sweet. He's getting used to it and is just tolerant now. I tell him I really do not remember or I would not ask him again. Much more embarrassing when I do it with friends or at work.

So what I thought was me having ADD isn't? My hubby is a pauser when he talks, and he is an over thinker. So something as simple as where to hand a picture can easily turn into a 15 minute conversation about the pros and cons. I seem to "stop listening after the first sentence". I don't do it intentionally, but then he blows up when I ask something because it will be a question about something he just said. We fight a lot, mostly with him saying I don't listen and with me saying it's because he never shuts up!! We have been married for 20 years, I wasn't always like this. I will change the subject in the middle of a conversation, mostly because I have mentally "left" what it was we were talking about and moved onto something that is on my mind. But if I don't get it out, I will forget what I need to say. I have trouble forming sentences because I forget the most common of words. The other day I couldn't for the life of me remember the word "garage". I ended up saying "SHIT!! the thing where we park our cars!!" And he calmly said, garage. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Seems like I spend half my day in tears because he thinks I do it on purpose just to annoy him. Yep, I plot at night how to forget just to get yelled at, that's my goal. Sorry for the vent, but I don't know how to make him understand. He has done all the reading about fibro and is very intelligent. He has absolutely no patience, was always used to being a supervisor (and a hard one to work for I'm sure). He is a perfectionist and is dealing with his own demons. He went legally blind 5 years ago and had to retire early at 50. He can't drive anymore so I do it all, but I forget how to get to the grocery store most of the time. I just can't remember where to turn, and being stressed while driving because I know he is going to tell me I always take the long way and can't park the car for shit has me sick to my stomach long before it is time to leave the house.