Thursday, August 29, 2013

What a Difference a Day Makes


Do you remember this song? It was originally written in 1934 in Spanish by Maria Grever and was entitled "When I Return to Your Side". That same year, the English version came out under the infamous name "What a Difference a Day Makes". It has been sung by Dinah Washington, the Dorsey Brothers, and Diana Ross, just to name a few.



A Day Really DOES Make a Difference!

Today was quite an extraordinary day for me. I spent four hours in the kitchen canning tomatoes! Not only did I manage to can them, but I did so without having my brain implode or resorting to a series of nasty expletives. I was able to think through the process and I was able to stay on my feet the entire time. You may be wondering why I'm making such a big deal about this.

Somebody Stole My Brain

For the past week I have been on a quest - the quest to find my brain. This was a dangerous quest, fraught with missing words, scattered thoughts, and hair raising raging! From yesterday's tomato canning fiasco, to spending countless hours staring vacantly at my computer monitors, my brain has simply been unreliable and generally unavailable.

And Then... Clarity

Deciding to can some more tomatoes today, especially after what happened yesterday, was either very brave or temporary insanity (there is always composting, right?) I turned on my favorite show The Nanny, got my jars and lids ready, and went to work. I couldn't believe what was happening - I could think! Gone was the frustration of yesterday, and my vow to never can again was a distant memory. I didn't get flustered, frustrated, or use foul language of any kind. I didn't feel weary or faint, or even get the urge to sit down. I was functioning almost like a "normal" person!

How could this be? How could 24 hours make such a tremendous difference? I have my suspicions (I forgot to take my new prescription medication last night), but more than anything, I was just grateful for the ability to actually get something done.

Live in the Moment

I try not to over analyze good days. They are such a rarity, and I don't want to ruin the afterglow. It does help me to remember that the bad days, or even bad moments, don't last forever. I am learning to embrace every good moment in each day.


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How do you deal with the very real issue of "brain fog"? What activities have you discovered to help you exercise your mind?