I’d reach for something, try to pick it up, and it would slip. Dropping things and incoordination or loss of balance became a daily occurrence. I need more rest, the baby has been keeping me up at night. It’s just that I need sleep. She was only a few months old, and convinced it was sleep-deprivation–and …Continue reading "One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 16: The Disasters of Brain Fog"