After my last post where I made fun of Clyde's aphasia, I was reminded that I had my very own memorable aphasic experience which some people now feel the need to bring up EVERY Christmas. So before you hear it from them, I'll just share it myself.
Each year, the Sister Wives get together for a Christmas lunch where we exchange amusing or even nice gifts. At this particular party, Desiree had given us gifts that had little cashmere bundles tied to the top. I just knew they were socks. When It came time to open our presents, I insisted on going first.
Me: Socks!
Desiree: Nooooo....
As I unfolded the "socks" I could see they were hand-shaped.
Me: Oh!! Muffins!!
I now wear them when I am having my English Mittens for breakfast.
It's not hard to see how a brain can misfire and get confused between muffins/mittens or nozzle/muzzle. But this - my REALLY favorite aphasia story - is harder to explain:
My friend Dee and I were having brunch. I'd ordered pancakes and she'd ordered eggs. I could not possibly eat all of the pancakes that were delivered to me, so there was quite a bit left on my plate when I was done. As we sat there chatting, Dee looked at me and said "Can I have a bite of your hamburger?"
Awwwwww .... agephasia ... it's a hilarious bitch, oops, I mean fact of, no ... maybe a bright spot in life ;-> Everytime I see something about aphasia, I crack up because it makes me think of my Dad at the top of the stairs yelling at my Mom, "Minnie Mouse!" in the same tone used as the cry "Stella!" from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
Posted by: Desiree | December 22, 2009 at 07:48 AM
Muffins!
Posted by: Drew | December 22, 2009 at 08:01 AM