This feeling is becoming familiar. I’m a communicator but following a stroke, I can’t do it. My mouth doesn’t move fast enough, the face muscles are stiff and gestures just won’t come. I can’t do it.
In any language, I’m a born exhibitionist. I tell stories, I act them out. I play every role. Mime is second nature. This is why learning new languages is so easy. Now, following a stroke, a bike accident and several rather nasty bits of damage, I can’t communicate. I have to think “Surprise” before my face will settle into the amazement mode. Many parts of me are stiff and sore so I can’t move them. Shrug? You kidding?
I need to go away and practice. A little time to go somewhere I don’t speak the lingo and make a clown of myself…. it’s the only thing that will work.
I miss you all and love you lots. I’ll be back when I can communicate xxxx