So I can get shit and shit into the shit, so I can shit the shit into the shit.
Me, just now, out loud. I was actually trying to talk myself through taking some meds.
I said at some point I’d write more about speech. That’s an example from a few minutes ago of using entirely cuss words and what I call “corner words”, to create a sentence that makes sense to me at least. This isn’t fluent speech (which I have sometimes these days), this is closer to what my baseline speech has been for a couple years.
What a cussword is is self-explanatory. Corner words are what I call words that “fill in the corners” of sentences. I know a lot of phrases that use corner words, that I utter as whole phrases. (Like “so I can” isn’t three words to me, it’s one word.) This can allow for a surprising approximation of fluency under the right circumstances.
If you’re wondering, this sentence actually translates to “So I can put hydrocortisone and propranolol into the cup of meds, so I can put these meds into the feeding tube.” It only makes sense in context, obviously.
Cusswords are not just tics for me. I have cussing tics. I also have spontaneous cussing (like the kind just about everyone has). And I seem to have the use of cusswords as all-purpose placeholders. (I don’t have any of these things all the time, but when I do, that’s how it plays out.) There’s a reason for my blog title. Well, lots of reasons, but this is one. I cuss a lot. It’s my most reliable spoken words. Sometimes my only ones. That goes over really well.
Cussin' and Discussin' 