brain fog

The fog dances around me. It is all about me and I scratch and I claw and I shake, first my head, only for the fog to persist, my being unable to fight my body and so it worsens and has worsened over time.

I never felt it. I read about it. I heard about it from the doctors and the nurses and somehow, I avoided it. Scans and tests showed it was there, always dancing, moving from organ through organ until it sat, comfortably on my brain. I still avoided it or it teased me. I never felt it.

Now, it dances, slowly, but it dances for awhile longer than several hours and it leaves and I lay exhausted knowing that someday the fog will dance faster and it will not leave, my soul instead will.