My cognitive issues are getting worse. I'm hoping it's related to some kind of flair and is temporary rather than progressive. A week ago Monday, I was looking at apartments. Fortunately, my mom was with me because as the woman was explaining the floor plan to me, she might as well have been speaking a foreign language. I had to keep asking her to repeat herself and explained that I was having trouble concentrating. Finally, my mom grabbed one of their brochures and explained it with that. It's so embarrassing. I forget what I'm talking about mid-sentence. I have to stop and ask the other person what I was saying. My memory is horrible. Often, I start to respond to posts only to stop because I can't find my words and can't explain what I'm trying to say. I KNOW what I want to say, I just can't say it. I love my mom, but lately it's been frustrating to talk to her on the phone. She has a really bad habit of interrupting with questions or comments and then I forget what I was talking about and have to start over. I have no concept of time...hours, days, weeks, etc. I couldn't tell you if something happened last week or if it was 2 months ago. I don't even know what this post is about. I'm just frustrated. I'm 34 years old and my mom and I had a conversation the other day about how it would be better if my new place was one floor instead of 2. Stairs are so hard for me. I've been having so much pain in my SI joint, hips, knees and ankles. Going up is ok. It's going down that's hard. Often I think I'm at the bottom step and I really have one or two more steps. It's a miracle I haven't fallen yet. The thing I'm most excited about in my new apartment is that the laundry room is on the 2nd floor with the bedrooms. Not the private patio. Not the large bedrooms. The laundry room. Less trips on the stairs. I'm 34 years old for crying out loud. Ok. Done whining. Thanks for listening.