Me Talk Pretty
by Joy Monger
I have been seriously overdosing on the allergy pills lately. And still my eyeballs feel like I rolled them in tiny blades of grass and then set fire to them.
What the pills give in lack of snot, they take in words and clarity. Several times I’ve been on the phone for work and completely forgotten English.
ME: “So by becoming a volunteer, you’ll be helping the, uhhhh, umm, uhhh, you know, the little people in schools, uhh what’s the word?”
VOLUNTEER: “The children?”
ME: “Yes, that’s right. The children. You’ll be uh, with the children, doing stuff, and uh it will be good. And stuff.”
And now I am flying to our nation’s capital to present to my peers about my life’s work and my head is so foggy that I am just hoping I’ve remembered to pack pants. I don’t want to be the presenter who most resembles a stoned Donald Duck.
All this has made me realize all the tiny synapses that I take for granted.
So today, I am thankful for my normally functioning brain and my general command of the English language. May it return to me one day soon.