So this morning I hobble slowly downstairs. Because it’s the beginning of spring and my feet aren’t used to any of my spring shoes yet. And I get to the car and discover I forgot my keys. How can I forget my keys? So I hobble back upstairs. And halfway up I discover that there is the stinky stink of a cat who recently did the poo thing. So I clean the cat box and then go back downstairs with more facility this time (practice). And I get to the car and discover I have no keys. Now, to be honest, I am worried about my brain. So back upstairs, and I realize that there is a piece of paper—the schedule for Arthur’s dance recitals—inthe basket by the door, covering the keys.
So this is what has become of my brain. Out of sight out of mind is now literal.
Talk to your Dr about the Reynaud’s, Perhaps it is reducing blood flow to the brain. However It just sounds like a typical day for me
Oh very funny. I suppose the brain is an extremity, right?