Radar's filing system

Do you remember the tv show M.A.S.H.? One of my favourite characters was Radar. He was sweet and fairly innocent, and often didn't get the joke until later. And he had a heart of gold.

I always loved Radar's filing system: it wasn't official or logical for some, but it made sense to him and he could find you anything. If anyone else tried to look through it, they wouldn't find it.

I remember trying to find an analogy for my brain post-stroke, and the best I could come up with is this:

It's like someone opened all my filing cabinets and riffled through them, throwing them in the air, making it snow, laid down to make a snow angel and generally messed it up. Then, realising that it was time to pack away, shoved everything back wherever they could, in a hurry.

It's all still there... somewhere. I just can't find things, and somethings take a different route to locate.

Yesterday I had a meltdown. A small one. So, a mini-meltdown. I'm trying really hard to catch up with uni and finish my assignment for Friday. Nothing was making sense. I was rereading notes from a few weeks ago but the connections had gone missing (I know Radar filed them, but probably under 'C' for 'connections' instead of 'A' for 'assignments').

So, my 4am get-up this morning had me going through my emails, searching the subject website, going through folder until - at last! - I found the end of Ariadne's ball of string and it's led me out of the labyrinth! It doesn't help that we have to use an external cataloguing website that is currently undergoing an upgrade - they have provided links to what we need but not on the website. So for my poor, confused brain it was a bit too much. Lucky Radar has returned this morning so I can start making sense of this mess again.

Ok, stop procrasta-blogging now and get on with your work Kat!!