Saturday, January 19, 2013

Losing My Mind

I've been having a lot of trouble with thinking lately. Something that seems so simple and effortless has become an Olympic event for my body/self.

I had the hardest time making a conversation with someone the other day. I felt so bad because most of what was coming out of my mouth was nonsense and half-sentences and then I'd forget and just... ugh! I had to keep apologizing for being such a boring person. And it was frustrating. One second I would have a whole and complete thought and the next it would be gone. Or I would be towards the end of a story, but I'd forget either the story or the point I was trying to make.

I miss being smart. I'm still smart, but I miss being able to make witty remarks or talk about politics or analyze artwork and theorize about how certain groups of people in history affected other parts of the world. I was trying to describe this painting by a German Expressionist at the LACMA museum and for the life of me I could not remember the word... Oh damn it. I had it and I lost it. Basically I was trying to say that L:SALKDFHJ:SOKDLFJ:LSK@!!!!!!! I swear, this is the most frustrating thing in the world. What was I trying to say!!??? German expressionism, sharp lines, HARSH! that was the word. God that took forever.

When I have trouble remembering something at work, like I'm about to go re-stock something and I forget what I'm doing, I will stand there and go through a routine that sounds something like this:
"I was doing something. Something to do with something. I was walking in the back for something. It has to do with soda. Something to do with soda. Aha! Ice. I was going to stock up the ice bins!"
Sometimes I'll get it in a few seconds, but other times I'm just standing there for a minute or more. And my managers will give me funny looks when they see me talking to myself when they walk by.

Losing my cognitive function is one of the hardest things to cope with. I can handle pain like a champ. I've mastered the art of hospital visits. But being betrayed by my own mind is the worst.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Scrambled Eggs in My Hair

I've been going "No-Poo" for a couple of months now and since winter is here, my scalp has been very dry and flaky. Gross! So I wanted to change things up to hydrate my scalp. Naturally.

Last time, I tried a warm oil treatment. I got tired of doing it right, so I stuck my hair in the little bowl I was using. I had way too much oil in the bowl so my hair was oily for a week. I spent hours every day giving my hair a "hot oil treatment". Basically, I tried frying the oil out of my hair like bacon. It sort of worked, but there were a few times I almost caught my hair on fire. I wouldn't recommend EVER trying that.

This time I got on the internet and found a couple eggs and a teaspoon or so of olive oil would help. So that's what I did. Once again, I started off doing things the right way, but got tired of that and ended up sticking my head in the bowl and coating my hair that way. And it worked out fine.

The Water I Shower With Is TOO HOT!

That's right. Instead of rinsing the egg out of my hair, it cooked it! I was pulling little bits of scrambled egg out of my hair! I'm really hoping it doesn't clog the drain. 

"Why is there scrambled eggs down the shower drain?" Oh, no! A bird must have found it's way into the drains and laid an egg there and then the water cooked the egg! Could you imagine?

I had to turn the water down to what felt like ice water (it is better for my hair and skin, though). But my scalp is already feeling less dry and my hair doesn't feel too oily.
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