Dear, dear Cherry that describes it exactly.
After a shower, I sat on my bed, wrapped in a towel and my brain wouldn't tell me what to do next - so I couldn't.
Then about 10mins later the hole seemed to fill with little grey cells again and I reached for me knickers 
I am very sure indeed that all iron and vitains are present and correct.
Years back, a GP did a blood test which indicated I wasn't anaemic, despite my wanting to sleep half the day and being unable to focus.
I ignored it and bought some iron tablets which put me right immediately.
I long ago realised that science, which everyone believes flawless (scientists especially) must be applied to individuals - one size doesn't fit, or suit, all.
You may remember I had a slight stroke 43 years ago which led to aphasia - so I keep on top of that with Vitamn B's as well.
If I run out, I forget simple, everyday nouns.
, 'Would you please pass me my ....er...that thing with coffee in it?'
Son: 'Mug?'
Me: I know I am but I'd still like my coffee.'
Then there are days like today which, so far, hasn't had a single blank in it.
Last week I walked into my bathroom (in 15 years, how many times must I have done that?) and jumped as you do when you see something or someone unexpected.
The thought was but a nano second but articulated it would have been, 'What's that huge glass box doing in my bathroom?' It was, of course, the shower cubicle which I see every time I enter that room.
Just a small sampled of what's going on. I am still prepared to believe it is stress and pressure which has been beating me down for some time - not least because I care so much for the people here and when they cannot get proper care they so desperately need, it hurts me too.
I'm going to a Sallie lunch on Thursday and if anyone says, 'The Lord never gives you more than you can bear,' they will severaly shorten their life span.
Tomorrow is another day, eh?
