Why does my memory fail me?

Imprisoned. She used to be quite eloquent in her speech and funny too! Now it is a struggle to string thoughts together let alone words. She knows what she wants to say. She just can't find the words. Her memory is not as good as it used to be. Names are the hardest! "Everyone struggles with names...but not like I do," she says to herself. "What is his name?" She can see the face but doesn't quite remember how they met or why it is important to speak to him today. His name is important. She has to find it to get his number from her mobile's contact list. But it escapes her. Trying to ask for help is no use. They can't quite make sense from the description she gives.  He was the guy that was introduced to her...something about getting him to take a look at her superannuation. It might have a clause about access to funds for suffering from a total and permanent disability. She decides to go through the contact list on her mobile phone in an effort to jog her memory. She looks at the list blankly. "I know that it is here somewhere!" It's no use. Nothing. No recollection. "It's OK," she says to herself,  "You have tried. Get some rest now. You can try again later. Who knows...he might call you!" And with that thought, she put her phone down and crawled back into bed. It's just after 11:00am in the morning and it sounds like rain outside. How pleasant the sound of rain when one exists in a fog of tiredness. It has a name this foggy condition. They call it, "Chronic Fatigue Syndrome". Ah, the rain drops. She can hear them...drip, drip, drip, tap, tap, tap. A lullaby to sooth the prisoner. The phone rings. She's fast asleep. And the tap in the bathroom continues to leak.