Chemo Brain. I've succumbed.

Oh @Zoffiel , so glad to see you still have your unique sense of black humour intact!. I had a run in with the White Coat Brigade about twenty years ago where their solution was to either, as you put it, throw a chemical blanket over it, frazzle it with ect or try to confuzzle by brain further by the following sorts of questions. "Do you have any pets?" ..."Yes, cats"....Scribble scribble..."How many cats?"....."Seven"... Scribble scribble along with elevated eyebrow...."Do you talk to your cats?"...."Oh yes, I do"....even more frantic scribbling...you get the drift. Needless to say, I lack confidence in this bunch. The brain farts which I now have leave me so frustrated as I've always enjoyed using words to express myself. I like to give them a tweak, make them jump, make them dance, weave pictures with them. So to be reduced to calling everything the "thingy", you know the clicky thingy, the whatchumacallit, the thingamabob, the dingamalery, the you know...Oh fuck it...forget it...reduces me to tears of frustration! Me bursting into tears in the bank because I had forgotten my pin number, and I was afraid the machine was going to swallow my card, was a huge humiliation. However, I dust myself off, and with my trusty walker, stumble on from one disaster to the next, chuckling evilly as I go. One can only hope that things will improve for all of us thus affected, and if not, I'll probably end up on the sauce, at least then I'll have an excuse..