I have been musing on the sort of stock explanations you need to be able to rattle off when you are talking to allied health workers.

Not doctors, but the dozens of other people who decide how much help we are entitled to receive and how much time they should spend helping us. Nurses, social workers, discharge planners, case managers, occupational therapists.

Those pithy little metaphors (or are they analogies? maybe I should call them analaphors) that make sense and explain where you are at.

Like the time I went into hospital overnight and took in a printed explanation in which I said the best way to look after me was to treat me as they would treat a patient with a migraine - low stimulus environment, low lights, minimal movement. And I think it helped.

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But right now my brain is full. I didn't sleep too well last night and elected to get up early (for me), so today I've been scatterbrained and altogether unable to focus and think. I'm now feeling antsy and a little distressed, which is kind of what happens toward the end of days like today.

And thirsty. I always feel thirsty on days like today.

I call it the Red Cordial Effect, because it's a lot like what happens when a five year old can't switch off and starts throwing a tantrum because they've been to a birthday party and had far too much of that red cordial with all the strange numbers on the label.

It's an accurate enough thingummy, but I don't think I'll be adding it to my list of pithy explanations anytime soon.

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On the plus side, scatty and ratty or not, I did get a few phone calls done that needed to happen.