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  • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
    Twibble-
    Wanna do Five Guys?
    Gee, I hope there will be video.... uh.. OHHHHHH The RESTURANT 5 Guys.....

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    • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
      Twibble-
      Wanna do Five Guys?
      Tomorrow when I get the kids?
      Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

      If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

      Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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      • Can't. Work wants to celebrate my birthday then. Maybe another week.
        My aphasia is getting worse and worse and I can't pinpoint why. It's not the carbs (I don't think.) It's not my macros at all, I don't think, because it's steadily been declining for a while now. It's starting to worry me.
        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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        • You have aphasia?

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          • I think that's what it'd be called. It's akin to this. I also tend to "grab" the wrong word when I'm talking, i.e. tomorrow instead of yesterday, then instead of that, a name instead of a relationship. I've had for years, as well as a mild stutter (only noticeable when I'm excited.) I believe it may be related to stress, but I'm unsure. I had a brain MRI done several years ago (unrelated) and they found nothing special.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • That's interesting. I read a book about someone with what I guess is classic aphasia (The Man With the Shattered World, A.R. Luria), which was a case study from the early 20th century about a soldier who suffered a brain injury, and could not properly focus on objects or words.

              If he would look at the word word, for example, the right half of it would disappear, and then so would half of the remaining half as he looked at that, and so on.

              I'm not sure if what you're describing is aphasia though (even anomic). You substitute rather than being unable to recall words; there must be some sort of term for that, but beats the hell outta me what that would be.

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              • I have both. I think the substitution is an adaptation that didn't quite do what my brain thought it would do.
                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                • I'm having Little Caesar's tonight and calling it a carb refeed.
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • Naiad - did I see that it was your birthday yesterday ?????
                    Belated hippy hoppy happy birthday wishes
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                    "never let the truth get in the way of a good story "

                    ...small steps....

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                    • Thanks, Gwamma!
                      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                      • Little Caesar's has lost it's flavor. That or I can't taste what once made it so good. Seriously. Even my beloved crazy bread tasted like soggy cardboard with a side of garlic parm. This both elates and saddens me. It saddens me because that was one of two pizza joints I could actually eat from without fear of cottonseed. It elates me that I'm FINALLY getting to not liking bread, after three years.
                        I have also noticed, since going sugarless again, I can only taste fruit sugar. Table sugar I can only taste in small quantities that amplify natural sweetness. In the doses the rest of the world eats it, I physically don't taste it OR taste only the sugar to the fact it drowns out everything other flavor.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                          That or I can't taste what once made it so good.

                          It is $5. That is the only thing that makes it good, and that is only if you are destitute or a college student (yes, I know, the department of redundency department called.)

                          Interesting observation about fruit sugars. I am noticing the same - apples, tomatoes, onions, etc all taste sweet as heck to me. I used about 1/4 of a packet of stevia the other day and had to toss out my tea it was so horrifyingly sweet. (Not to mention that artificial sweetners taste like sweat of a ball sack...well, what I image such would taste like.)

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                          • Hell, even up until a mater of a few weeks ago, I was all about the Crazy Bread. Hot yeasty bread? Garlic? Parm? What wasn't to love? Then again, this is the first time in ages I've had Dinky Emperor and not been starving, so there's your first clue. Hunger makes anything taste like manna from heaven.
                            I've never sweetened tea. Ever. There's a whole act when they serve me sweet tea instead that's reminiscent of giving a dog a pill. My husband wanted sugar to go with my blackberries and I honestly had to stop and wonder why for a few seconds, because they were plenty sweet.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                              I've never sweetened tea. Ever.
                              I don't usually, but I over-brewed it and was trying to save it. Needless to say it was a double fail.

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                              • I just water down over-brewed tea.
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