Brain Fog and Wedding Bands

 Lately, I’ve been on a bit of a wild ride with my medication. Sounds harmless enough, right? Well, apparently, one of the side effects is what I call “brain fog” — a state where my mind feels like it’s wrapped in cotton candy and my memory takes a vacation.  

I’ve been losing things left and right, misplacing items and finding them has become a game around here. Words? They don’t come as quickly as they used to. Sometimes I stare at the TV remote, trying to remember the word for “remote,” and instead, I just blink at it like it’s some alien artifact. 

But the real showstopper happened a few days ago when I went to put on my wedding band. I have three bands.  I noticed I only had two on my left hand. Word for the day– panic — my heart started racing, my palms got sweaty, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears.  

“Oh no, not my wedding band,” I thought. “That’s not just jewelry.”  I started turning the house upside down. I looked in the washer, in the dryer, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, and probably even in the fridge. I even checked outside — maybe it had decided to go on a little adventure of its own.  

My husband, trying to be supportive, was just sitting there in house, probably wondering if I’d finally lost it. I was almost in tears, frantically searching every nook and cranny, praying, “Lord, please help me find my ring.”  

After a thorough investigation that would put Sherlock Holmes to shame, I finally gave up. We had to leave for an errand, and I told myself I’d look for it later. As I reached to close the car door, I looked down… and what do you know - there it was. On my right hand.  

How in the world did it get there? Did some mischievous fairy put it there while I wasn’t looking? I honestly don’t remember slipping it onto my right hand — I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I had. But there it was, shining ever so happily enjoying my right finger.  

That day, I realized something important: sometimes days just aren’t that great. Things go haywire, plans fall apart, and we end up looking for things that are right in front of us. But you know what? It’s okay. We have to laugh at ourselves sometimes, because life is messy, unpredictable, and often downright hilarious.  

So, here’s my little reminder: when life feels like it’s spinning out of control, take a deep breath. Laugh at the craziness. Wear your missing ring on the “wrong” hand for a day — because honestly, that’s life. And no matter what, I’ll get through it, one misplaced item and brain fog moment at a time.  

**Because at the end of the day, it’s all part of the journey. And sometimes, the best stories come from days that aren’t that great.**