Or do I have a head injury?

[resonant]

You know, the longer I spend in post-menopausal word loss --

"if you don't live in a country with an active -- aw, hell, I've lost the word -- not royalty, not monarchy, not oligarchy, the thing where some people have better blood than other people --"

"Aristocracy?"

"Thank you!"

-- the more familiar it looks to me when Ray Kowalski says "the Northwest Areas" or starts the Miranda statement and then loses his place and trails off.

(Due South content in 2022 is thanks to fox, who KNOWS WHY.)

Comments

[sineala]

Due South has been on my mind lately. Someone I don't know sent me a Tumblr ask yesterday wondering why Canadian Shack was a popular fandom trope; I don't know if they just expected me to empathize with their bewilderment or what but I think they were a little surprised when I was like "Okay, everybody gather round and let me tell you about fannish reactions to the series finale of Due South!"

Forgetting words is the WORST. *sad fistbump* Last year I had an episode of stress-induced aphasia with some word-finding problems and the weirdest thing about it was that I wasn't scared because I literally couldn't form thoughts into scary words and the most I was able to come up with for about five hours to describe the experience was "I feel... (ten second pause) bad. In my head."

[resonant]

That sounds terrifying. Did it feel strange to come out of it, or was it more like you took a nap and when you woke up Santa had brought your vocabulary back?

I saw that tumblr post about the Canadian shacks. I was annoyed (though not surprised) to see one more example of someone on the internet who can't say a neutral "what's the story with this strange thing" but instead has to go straight to "can you believe this obvious disrespect for me and all I stand for?!"

[sineala]

Wow, that post sure has way more notes than when I posted it. Oof.

The aphasia only lasted a few hours and I was slowly getting my vocabulary back for the last couple hours so it was very gradual until the last couple minutes when suddenly I had words. My wife had taken me to the ER and I kept wanting to go home; I knew something was wrong with me, but since I was basically feeling zero fear about it I couldn't really correctly judge whether or not it was serious since if it was serious surely I would be afraid of this.