left and right sides of the brain are currently in opposition.
Consequently communication skills are negligible. Fortunately that
part of me that remains has experienced this too often before. So
anxiety, there is none, but I have yet to learn patience.
For a day or two, perhaps even a week, I must fuel no idea in another that
cannot be done with a grunt or a nod or a shake of the head. Which
sometimes results in that tone of expression that leads to discord with
others. Nor does loudness help explain the meaning of 'courgette'
when applied to last years green summer squash. And why did the word
zucchini so completely disappear from my brain.
Which leads me to wonder what my last
words spoken might be. I picture myself retreating into oblivion and
seeing confusion on the faces of those with the courage to watch. It
is a circumstance I am familiar with when there is probably a tomorrow or a
next week. But what of that moment when there is no tomorrow or next
And for those with the benefit of memory
and concern, I should tell them now it will be something trite, like
'goodbye' or 'this isn't too bad' or 'yoga swum', rather than something
worth hearing like 'there is ice cream in hell and rice cake in heaven'.