“She Just Doesn’t Want to Work,” My Mother Told Her Nursing Staff About My Condition. I Silently Slid My Medical File Across the Table to Her Chief of Medicine. Her Next Shift Was Her Last.

asked about brain fog specifically, what it felt like from the inside. I described it as accurately as I could, the way a thought would begin to form and then dissipate before it finished, the way the word for something familiar could simply be absent when you reached for it, the way a task that should take twenty minutes could take two hours on a continue reading …