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poor cognition

“Are you having a poor cognition morning?” I asked Ming.

We were at home, and he was standing at the cutting board, looking spacey.  “Where?” he asked.

Hmm, not a real appropriate response.  “In our house?” I said.

“What?” he asked.

“Hmm, I think you just answered my question!” I said.  Then I started laughing, and he did too.  Yep, poor cognition.

humor

A sense of humor is really important, with poor cognition.  If you’re going to lose words a lot as you live in brain fog, and if cause and effect are a troubling process on the regular, a sense of humor is one of the few things that will save you.

Narcolepsy is a bear.  Add learning disability, aging, physical pain, and other struggles to the mix, and you have a family of bears.  Rawr!

lover

Those Ming in purple tie dye pics are from our trip–we were waiting for our Indian food to be done, standing in front of some restaurant in the central valley of California.  I think it was Fresno.

spinach

“The spinach loves you.  It wants to give you energy!” I told Ming.

“Mmmhmm,” Ming said.

“It’s saying oh my god!  This is my chance!” I said.  We laughed.  I imagined the spinach feeling excited to fulfill its veggie destiny.

God, spinach is good.  How green can it be?  I’m happy to eat it again, after taking some time off.

Oranges are amazing too.  I was off oranges for more than a year, because of a health issue.  Now I have two segments from all of Ming’s oranges and encourage him to eat them often!

Oranges taste like sunshine, for me.  There was a local band in Santa Barbara when I was going to school there, and their name was Liquid Sunshine, which I always thought was a code for orange juice.  Yes, yummy.

rose

rose

This rose was at a McDonalds on our trip.  Ming was inside waiting for food.  I’d used the bathroom and was walking around the parking lot.  If you know me well, you know I love walking around parking lots.

It was a foggy morning, and this white rose was covered in fog droplets.  My heart was with her.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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