bookmark_borderWixing Mords

(this post was supposed to appear a few days ago but there were…issues.)

I don’t know the trigger for it when I can’t speak worth beans. Words come out in a jumble, out of order, misspelled, and, most often, the wrong words altogether. Sometimes the wrong word and the right word are close sounding. Like today, L and I were talking about the dog lot. She was mowing it and we were discussing when to scoop the poop, before or after she mowed. I wanted to say she could “scoop the poop after, easier to see”. But I kept saying “spook goose easier”. Sometimes I just laugh and move on but there are times when I get really mad and it just makes it worse. I could see the words spelled in my head but when I tried to read the words, it didn’t come out right. Luckily, L is a decent interpreter of Paulaisms.

Had another later. I wanted to ask where in a book she had stopped. I’m trying to remember how badly I mangled it. Something about “way the where” with some other words that were several words smerged together. L could not figure out what I was saying and we finally gave up. None of the words made any sense in any way. It wasn’t a rhyming error this time. About a half hour later, I turned to her and asked again, and it came out right.

Sometimes they come out that bad because I’m tired. Or have a headache. But most times its just…because.

The scariest is when I substitute words and have no clue I am doing it. My most famous is saying bathtub instead of picnic table. I said it four or five times before L could convince me there was no way we were ever putting a bathtub outside on a concrete pad. Every once in a while, I’ll still say bathtub. Another is I kept calling the riding mower a vacuum cleaner. I can almost see the connection there at least!

This is a problem I have had for, like, ever. A few years ago after Mom’s brain tumor thing, I had my brain checked out. Something we had always laughed at suddenly became not so funny. And because of the stress I was under during that time, my speech was really twisted. My neuro and I decided that my already existing problem was being made worse by a medication I am taking for migraines. And since I was enjoying not having as many migraines, we decided to not mess with it. Now that the neck surgery has happened and a lot of my headaches have stopped, I hope to see him again soon and maybe we can start decreasing that med.

I’m thinking about giving this gift to one of the characters from BGCFA. When I get around to writing it, I’ll have plenty of experience to create her word spaghetti!