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The Cat’s Got My Tongue

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For the last six weeks or so, I’ve really had a hard time putting my thoughts into words (written and especially spoken). It’s one of the symptoms (or side-effects?) of both my epilepsy and leftover vestiges of the three rounds of chemotherapy, wherein I know in my conscious mind exactly what I want to say but for some reason can’t get the message to my mouth or hands. It comes and goes without warning and can last for anywhere from a few seconds to a few hours, and has on occasion lasted for several days. It is incredibly frustrating – especially when it creeps up on me in the middle of a sentence! Something in my brain diverts the message from it’s “normal” pathway to who knows where. I think that if I can discover that location which holds all my lost words, I’ll probably find the missing mates to my socks and mittens there as well. ;=)

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One thought on “The Cat’s Got My Tongue

  1. Hi Leslie,
    I’m sorry to hear you’re having a difficult time. I had just a moment ago came here, didn’t see a new post and was going to email you when I saw the post in my inbox.
    I also struggle with this problem and understand how frustrating it is. It’s hard finding words and when I’m stressed or tired, it gets worse. I can see the picture of whatever it is I’m trying to say. Sometimes I ask people (only close friends) if they will help me find my words. I describe something and they give me the word. Some days it literally wears me out finding (or searching for) my words. Sometimes the wrong words come out. The other day I told someone it was good that he had his 409, but I meant 401.
    I do hope you will feel better soon. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

    PS I think the Gnomes have our socks and mittens.

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