My brain sometimes feels like it’s floating in Jello. Thoughts and memories get stuck in the ooze, preventing them from being communicated in a coherent manner. These blocked messages, though still there, remain in limbo, impatiently waiting to break free.

Sometimes the Jello parts, and thoughts escape its suction. The recapture can take place within moments, while others take their sweet time. This makes for embarrassment and a blank look from those on the other end of the communication. Frustration takes over all emotions, while the confusing look on other people’s faces adds to the dilemma, creating more frustration.

After priding myself in the ability to communicate with nearly total recall, I must now realize the brutal fact that MS is robbing me of what was one of my strongest attributes, having a handle on the English language.

Thoughts and words flowed from the well of knowledge neatly stored between my ears, like the current of a mighty river. Now that torrent is a trickle. If I can survive this onslaught, cog fog must be dealt with by attacking this thief with extreme prejudice. I must launch a full campaign to preserve what remains. By the way, I pledge that keeping my thoughts flowing is paramount to not just surviving, but to still making a contribution to what is truth and beauty.