FIBROFOG You begin to speak to someone, and then you suddenly freeze. Were you asking them a question? The thought slipped out with ease. You quickly try to change the subject, this isn’t very hard to do, it happens all the time now, those thoughts once there, now flew. Again you start a sentence, afresh and with new hope, that you can get through this one, you’re learning how to cope. Your friends, know how to listen, quite closely and intense, because they never really know, if this time you’ll make sense. They love you, so they patiently wait, for you to gather thoughts, but now you start a subject, and your talking about dots? They don’t know what to make of it and try to stay with you. They’re now confused and baffled and don’t know what to do! The conversation goes like this: How are you doing today? You say, “I’m really not quite sure, What did you ask?” I say. I know it’s just my fibro fog, that comes and goes each day. Lord, help me keep my thoughts intact, for once, to thee I pray. By: Carol Ann (musicinpraise) for my sister, Linda June 21, 2006 All glory and honor to God!