What I Meant To Say and What Came Out Instead

Two steps at a Time cover I am often reminded that my body is not my own.

This morning, I went out and about. I got myself breakfast. I had difficulty ordering. What I meant to say was “I’ll have the classic breakfast please.”

What came out instead as “I’ll have eggs and eggs please.”

Hmmm, I thought. That’s not quite right. I had to enunciate slowly what I wanted and the waitress still didn’t understand me.

I tried again: “I’ll have the classic breakfast please.”

What came out instead was “I don’t want cheese with my breakfast.”

I blushed as she looked at my with something akin to pity. Finally, I resorted to pointing to the menu. I was able to get the words “Scrambled, bacon, rye” out with no problems however.

Afterwards, I went to the drug store to get some things I needed.

I had $30 of points saved up, so gathered up $30 of purchases happy that I would be getting them for free. When I got to the cash however, she told me I had $25 before taxes.

What I mean to say was “Can’t I use only $20 of them?”

What came out instead was: “The points aren’t used automatically?”

She shook her head not understanding my question. I tried again: “My points, they are used at the same time?”

She looked at me as if I were mentally deficient. She spoke slowly to me asking: “Do you want me to use some of the points?”

I nodded, saving only $5 instead of the $30 I was supposed to save.

I’ve been having a few problems with speech as of late. The words aren’t coming out fast enough leaving pauses in the conversation or they come out all wrong, not at all what I meant them to be. There have been a few conversations with friends, family and co-workers where the words aren’t there when they’re supposed to be.

I’m currently reading The Fault in our Stars and came across a line that hit home for me. Hazel is talking about how she looks sick, whereas Augustus doesn’t appear ill. She says: “The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.”

I couldn’t agree more. For most of last year, I walked with a cane. I couldn’t get over how nice people were being, how kind they were. I would occasionally catch people looking, though, their eyes full of pity. I can’t express what a relief it was to walk without the cane and be treated rudely like a normal person.

Now, without the cane, some of my symptoms startle people. They look at me, take me in, and I appear to be all right and I am. Then the speech problem start or the balance issues and they’re caught off guard. They aren’t sure what to do or how to respond. The truth is, neither am I some days.

Thankfully, the speech problems will go away eventually, replaced by something else. But here’s the thing: I may be having speech problems, but I haven’t lost my voice. As long as I can type, my words as I mean to say them aren’t lost to me.

And that’s pretty freaking awesome.

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About Jamieson Wolf

Jamieson an award winning, number-one bestselling author. He writes in many different genres. Learn more at www.jamiesonwolf.com
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