So, do any of you guys watch Adventure Time? It’s an awesome show. In an early episode, the heroes, Finn and Jake, find their sleep disturbed when a horse won’t stop staring through their window at night. It can’t moved, reasoned with, or dissuaded. It just stands there, staring. Jake diagnoses the animal as having “poo brain.”
I have come to adopt this phrase in place of “Fibro fog,” the common description of the mental sluggishness that is symptomatic of a Fibromyalgia flare-up. It’s a way better term for how I feel. I don’t feel “foggy,” I straight up feel like someone took a shit in my brain, and it’s good for nothing.
Luckily, my case of poo brain didn’t last longer than a week, but that week ate up a considerable chunk of writing time. I mostly tweeted and tumblred, because that was how long my attention span lasted. I couldn’t focus on anything.
So, now I am behind. Way behind. I had a manuscript I wanted to turn in to my publisher today; I still have a scene and a chapter to go. But because I’m off schedule with that, it means I’ve having to start work on my next project at the same time. Which means extra work, which means less time here for wacky blog shenanigans.
So, this is a State of The Trout update to let you know that I am not dead, I am still alive, I’m just overwhelmed with work I fell behind on when I got poo brain. After this week, I’ll hopefully be back to a normal schedule and I can get an Apolonia recap done and work on some Buffy.
I also want to publicly apologize to Nicholas at the Portage Crossings GameStop. I told him I would take his survey within the next three days, but I forgot. Sorry, Nicholas.
Well if you want my opinion, which you don’t, but you’re gonna get it anyway…anyone who doesn’t watch Adventure Time is a poo brain.
I tried. Honest to the great spaghetti monster in the sky, I tried, it just isn’t for me. *shrug*
Same here.
But I also have fibromyalgia and deal with fibro fog fairly often (though in my case “fog” fits almost obscenely well. It really does feel like a dense fog has settled in my skull and my thoughts just can’t find their way through it well enough to string together anything more than the simplest sentences and thoughts), though, so I still have a poo brain.
While you’re poo-braining it up, do you sit and stare at your husband like that? Because you should.
Just wanted to say that I’ve been addicted to your blog and I finally read all of it and wound up on the front page again. Thank you for humor, intelligence, and overall bad assedry. It’s so very appreciated.
Adventure Time is AWESOME. Between that and Gravity Falls… i’m never going to watch TV for adults or grow up. Never ever. xD
I hope you’re happier than that horse though. Adventure Time has this bad habit of making me cry, and the end of that episode made me sad face.
I fucking love Gravity Falls.
That is all.
I hope your poo brain clears up soon! 🙂
btw I just re-read your 50 Shades recaps – with the movie’s release I felt like I needed a refresher on exactly how fucked up it truly is – and I just wanted to thank you again for putting yourself through that shit for us. AND for Sophie and Neil! 😀
Feel better!
Ditto. I’ve been in a massive flare the past couple of months that the mental part is finally easing up. Physically, I’m still hurting but not as badly.
Pain makes the fibro fog even worse for me. Word salad galore. Lucky for me, Hubby has gotten very good at charades and guessing when I start miming and saying stuff that’s sort of like, but not quite the word I’m looking for.
I can sense that I’m using “poo brain” in the near future.
When I forget to take my anxiety meds, I get what I like to call my “brain jerks” that feel like someone has grabbed my brain and pulled it back in my skull. It’s like a weird electrical impulse or hiccup that disturbs my brain and body. It is so hard to function when they’re really bad, like when I had to wait a week for my refill to come in and had none left. For two of the days I was constantly sleeping and moving as little as possible to avoid that jerking feeling.