I don’t know about everyone else, but some days, my brain feels empty, like it needs a shot of something, OJ or something stronger. Coffee doesn’t quite do it, and tea never has, so what to do?
My brain drain began Monday and worsened as the week wore on. By yesterday it was a sorry mess. I couldn’t remember or find anything. I couldn’t find my watch, earrings, or glasses and finally located them on my wrist, ears, and nose. I couldn’t remember what day it was, could Monday happen every day of the week? It seemed so. My birthday had just passed (a mere two months ago, I finally figured out), so that wasn’t it. Questions went unanswered and more questions arose as the days went on. I felt a little hollow. Just when did this brain evacuation begin? And more importantly, why?
I must have looked at my calendar thirty times yesterday, sure that I had forgotten something. I checked my inevitable lists and crossed off a few things I had forgotten that I already finished. I then added them back, remembering that I hadn’t done them, after all. I asked the Cowboy, who said politely, “You’ve got Brain Drain, Girl, go have a glass of wine.” Great idea, but it was only 8:00 in the morning. I’d wait. I went outside and breathed in the cool, crisp air. But nope, that was nice, but the brain still wasn’t working right.
What was it? What could be wrong? I had already taken all my vitamins…I take a bunch, not that I need them, but some doctor somewhere said, “Take this” or “Take that” and I did, and now I’m afraid to stop. What if? Oh, dear, I don’t even want to think about it. I had another cup of coffee, surely that would help. It might have been the third or even fourth, but who’s counting?
Yesterday, after a whole week of brain drain, Cody crawled up on my lap. He badly needs a bath so I pushed him away and he barked at me, but he didn’t have whatever I was missing. He waddled over to the couch, put his head on a pillow and in a minute he was asleep.
I looked over at the sleeping angel, and thought, “I wonder if dogs have brain drain?” I remembered I often thought Cody had no brain at all, but he got it right today. I pushed him over and lay down beside him and soon I was sawing logs, too. Twenty minutes later, Cody rallied and woke me up, walking across my back. It felt good, I felt good. A nap, all I needed was a nap. Some days, the cure for everything is a good nap. Brain Drain gone! Cody had the answer all along! Sleep on, Gail, sleep on.
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