Ever since I was little I had issue with words. I did not know it at the time, but it could have been a fore runner to my migraines. One symptom of migraine is the speech (dyslexia, I call it) aura. Your brain thinks one thing and the words that come out do not match.
When I was little my family used to laugh at me because I said "cob on the corn" or rolliavi.
I have had I believe, all of the symptoms. Two times (and only two) one eye has completely lost sight. That was weird. I can't recall if it was the same eye each time. The episodes were a couple of years apart.
Anyway, the speech can be quite amusing. I am known to be rather clownish and funny anyway, but this speech issue can really create some havoc.
My medicine takes care of the nausea and pain. Eventually. I am left with what I call a migraine hangover. I am not feeling great but I can function.
A co-worker was introducing a new intern in the tech department. I asked her what her background was and she said "Web page design." I replied "What did you use, html, frontline?" The other tech laughed. He said "Frontline? That is for fleas!" We got a good laugh at that one.
Usually I get words switched. For example, if I want to say - "It sure is hot in the car"; I may say instead "It sure is car in the hot." Things like this have happened all my life.
Later in the day was the real kicker. As you know a few days ago I watched the pilot to Gilligan's Island. The regular theme song form the television series has been stuck in my head for days. I walked downstairs to use the restroom and then off to the mail room to see if I had mail. As I walked back through what I thought were empty halls I was singing "Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale.." I turned a corner and there in front of me was one of the younger fellow psychologists. He was always shy and never said much.
Being a tiny bit self conscious that I had been caught singing, I barked out "I've had Gilligan's head stuck in my I...." That is when my mouth stopped. My brain was saying WTF are you saying? Stop, stop, stop - you idiot. It was too late. My mouth had spit out the switched words and stopped. The poor guy was texting. He glanced up at me and I was trying to backpedal as fast as I could by talking quickly and saying "I mean the song Gilligan's island has been stuck in my head!" He was long gone, having returned to his texting.
Yep. My daughter is right. They are scared of me.
3 comments:
keep them scared. Keep the advantage!
Sometime people shy away from that which is different
I come from a family of mixer-uppers but none of us have migraines. Well, I should say I had something close to migraines but my chiropractor did something and they went away never to come back.
My one nephew was the worst when it came to getting his words all mixed up and yes, cob on the corn was said many times in our family. As well as tollie roots (tootsie rolls) and many others, so I know what you are talking about.
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