May 19, 2007 17:15
She looked at me .
" hi, what is bothering you?"
" I, need, you , tell him,..to plant, make sure, i no, me, get the roof for the . oh i.."
"Miss do you understand what I am saying? Just nod."
she nods yes, terror in her eyes.
stroke. a tiny miniscule collection of heme molecules blocking an artery to a portion of her brain.
At St Anthony's I tell the nuerologist she has expressive aphasia and I would put my paycheck on a bet that the clot is left temporal lobe, wernikes area, center for language reception. He blinks big and says. " I love you guys DG medics are the best"
And we were right. I had never seen such a clear cut severe case.
At one moment in any of our lives we can become prisoners of expression. You see and follow commands but can not form the words to communicate. As many times I couldnt say the right thing, or the poetic or funny or nice thing, i can not imagine being unable to say anything at all while speaking.