I am so upset, this is my second entry today!  I am having what is know as fibro fog.  I've been going through this for a few days now, but I thought that it would've subsidedby now.  Today I was talking to my doctors office, his nurse, trying to get some pain meds.  When I asked her for the meds she said, "the doctor just gave you some on April 30th."  I looked through my book, that I now must keep because I have a bad memory, and I couldn't find where I'd written it down that I was taking it.  Well, to my humiliation, I did have it and had been taking it within the last couple of days.  She was very kind to me and sweetly said, "I understand".  When my husband got home, he said that he would help me look for the meds (which I'd been looking for for a couple of hours by now) and he walks over to the area where I had INSISTED the pills weren't!  Well, needless to say, he found the pills immediately.  Of course, I started crying (and honestly feeling a little sorry for myself).  Everyone always says, "that's okay", but to me...it isn't.  I know it's just part of living with fibro, but I hate always starting a conversation by saying, "now I may repeat myself, forget what I've said five minutes after I've said it and I may forget what I'm saying mid sentence.  I appreciate all of my family and friends being so patient and understanding, but I just wish my brain would work!