As most of us know w/ FM we, at some point, have delt or are dealing with the evil Fibro Fog. In my dealings with it, it has been less than histerical. It usually leaves me feeling frustrated and pissed off. I'm trying to change my attitude about this horrible symptom of FM and perhaps see a lighter side. Maybe you could help me in just telling some little story or thing you have done that you wouldnt usually do because you were in a "Fibro Funk". I would love to hear the stories and perhaps learn not to take mine so seriously. I will start. I was taking my daughter to Karate and on the way home I reached in my purse to find my cell phone and saw that it wasnt where it usually is. I thought no more of it as I thought I left it at home charging. When I got home I had a message on my machine from someone who lived in my neighborhood saying that they found my phone along side the road and that they would bring it by. I was in a state of panic because I dont recall leaving it on the top of my car. The phone is my life and it's also my lifeline to my husband who is in Iraq. Thank GOD someone decent found my phone and returned to me. It could have been worse I suppose. Another time was just before this my husband was home for his 2 week R.R. and when he got back to Iraq he told me that while he was home I was mean to him and hurt his feelings. To which I have no recollection of saying anything that would hurt him. It was like when you are in college and drink too much and wake up the next morning your friends telling you how you acted a fool and yet you cant recall anything. I felt so bad for him all I can do is say "I'm sorry, I dont remember." The most recent of "Fibro Fog" was my husband and I were going to get dinner for our family and friends and I had a $100 bill to pay for dinner with. I had it in my hands the entire car trip which was about 15 minutes. I'm not sure when I did this but I guess I put it in one of the pockets in my purse. I get out of the car, go into the pizza place to use the restroom and pay for dinner. While checking out I'm panicking because I couldnt find the money anywhere. Not in my wallet, not where I keep my cash, not in my checkbook area or where I put my credit cards. I calmly handed the cashier my debit card and went to the car to see if I dropped it. I dump everything out of my purse in search for this money, again in the wallet etc. I go back into the pizza place to see if maybe I put it in my pocket and it fell out while going to the bathroom...to no avail. I go back out into the car checking the ground, the floor the front seat yet nothing. I take one last look in my purse unzip the zipper to the inside pocket and there it was as it had been the entire time. Although I was relieved it put me into instant pissed off mode. My husband looking at me as if I were crazy....I told him I hate it when that happens to me. I hate that I'm only 33 and cant remember things I do 2 seconds ago or do things and forget, say things and forget. It drives me INSANE!!!