Friday, February 11, 2011
I Left My Brain in The Women's Room
I haven't read, The Male Brain. I don't feel there is a need as I already know that men really and truly are nuts. I don't need a book to tell me that. I live with major amounts of burping farting chewing/talking with your mouth open full of food testosterone.
What I would like, is to read a book called, The West Nile Brain. I would like to know why some days/weeks my thoughts and mind is clear. I can process things. Then other weeks like this past week..... My stupid day post which turned into a stupid week.... happens.
Let me give you an example. Last night, I went to a meeting. After I'd taken off my coat and sat down, it became quite obvious that sitting for an hour and a half wasn't an option with what my bladder was trying to tell me. I got up, and walked down the hall of the building looking for the Ladies Room. As I walked down the hall I was very aware that fuzzy was on the brain. I was having a hard time pushing through the fuzz. On my right I saw the above sign. Logically I knew it was the Women's room and was the room I needed to enter. I let my legs do what was natural all the while as my brain kept screeching that it wasn't sure. I kept my eyes on the sign telling myself that it was the right room. I was okay but it didn't process.
I went into the Ladies room, did what I needed to, all the while fearing I would step out and see that I was actually in the wrong room. I hoped that a woman would be in there so I could be reassured. I was alone. As I walked out of the restroom there were some men standing in the hall talking. I once again glanced at the sign just to be sure. I did go in the right place right? These men weren't going to be laughing at me as I walked away because I'd gone in the Men's room!!! Once again, I saw the above sign. Yes, it was the Women's room. I was okay. But my brain still couldn't process it and I wasn't sure.
Normally, if I'd been in my 'right mind' and had gone in the wrong restroom I'd have walked out, seen the men, laughed, and taken a bow, and shrugged it off as another "Rachel" moment.
This isn't normal though. It's scary. It's irritating. It's frustrating. To be confused. To know that things are not connecting, I can only imagine that those in the early stages of alzheimers or dimentia must feel this same thing!
So, my stupid day post, when I couldn't connect and have a normal conversation........ if ever we have that sort of a conversation....... just know that I am trying to figure out if I am going in the men's room or the women's. It's a difficult thing to figure out!!