@Purpsy: oh no... that's not a good feeling. I understand, and hope things don't get too bad for you.
I'm doing ok so far. I slept. I went for a walk. Now, I'm multi-tasking trying to get some books posted for sale, take care of some papers that need attention, and the dogs are being weird... I think at least one of them wants to go out... so brb.

@Purpsy: one of them was sitting nearby just "talking" to me... the other keeps rolling over and showing me her belly whenever I walk by (quite unusual for her), and they are both wanting to eat grass.

@Wildfire: brain fog I however also have as a symptom of my late term brain damage rom the strokes I got back in 2015 But thank you for explaining, I will check out the links. As for bringing someone; my family is 200 km away and s far only my youngest older brother knows of it as my mother, who is mentally unstable, would be hysterical and blame this on herself just like he did when I had my brain strokes. But usually I always bring a notebook and something to draw on/with, with me. Just got a second letter for when the radioactive stuff is.. that is done on an other hospital the 18th

@Wildfire: That's fine.
I wouldn't acknowledge the mother authority of a mother younger than me anyway.
Like okay kid run along and play with your little Real Life Doll. XD

@Wildfire: If you're older than 28, yep. lol

@Wildfire: I would certainly hope not. lmao
But that does give you sufficient Mom Authority.
But I don't even listen to my own mom, so it don't mean much. XD

@Wildfire: Yeah, my mom is kind of an asshole. lol

@Wildfire: A miracle, 18 year olds hate everything.
High school does that to you. XD

@Wildfire: Oh to be that lucky. XD
I was homeschooled for eighth grade because my science teacher threatened to fail me and my mom wanted to hit her.
Teacher really said "without a passing grade in my class, she won't graduate middle school" all smug like.
Which was a really stupid threat because at the time it was only the end of the first quarter of the year.
But I'd already told my mom that that teacher was a bitch who hated me, so my mom looked at this teacher said "the fuck she won't" and took me out of school.
Saw that teacher three years later touring my high school campus with prospective 8th graders, she was for sure not happy to see me.
I just smiled and waved.

@Wildfire: She hated kids.
Like literally.
She hated children and she worked as an eighth grade teacher.
Every year there were complaints but because of the fucked up tenure shit, she never got fired.
It was fucked up and she almost made me despise science bc she was such a bitch.
I left my legacy though.
Her last name was Beckner, and I started calling her Bitchner.
Pretty sure that stuck to this day.