the PDF of her book - National Aphasia Association
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6 Ruth Codier Resch Without Utterance:<br />
A blur <strong>of</strong> residents examines me for hours, first in <strong>the</strong><br />
ER <strong>the</strong>n after I’m admitted, ask questions I can’t answer. I know<br />
what <strong>the</strong>y want, but can’t say. I’ve changed <strong>the</strong> time on my watch<br />
during <strong>the</strong> flight to New York time, but my body is on Portugal<br />
time. I can’t tell <strong>the</strong>m it is five in <strong>the</strong> morning; I’m desperate to<br />
sleep. Two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m now talk among <strong>the</strong>mselves urgently. I know<br />
<strong>the</strong>y are working hard to give a report to my doctor in <strong>the</strong> morning.<br />
But I feel like a fish flopping on <strong>the</strong> concrete.<br />
I’m clearer <strong>the</strong> next day when my doctor visits. He asks, “Was <strong>the</strong>re<br />
anything else medical that happened in Portugal?” Yes, yes, I must aid in his<br />
diagnostic puzzle ...<br />
For <strong>the</strong> whole day I struggle to find <strong>the</strong> words. I search... two words<br />
to answer ... find <strong>the</strong>m ...lose <strong>the</strong>m... search again, find ... only to lose again.<br />
Practice, practice, to remember.<br />
Finally when he comes, I speak <strong>the</strong> two words to him, point to my<br />
armpit.<br />
“in...fe…cti..on.... an..ti..bio…tic!”<br />
He orders a spinal tap for infection and finds it clear.<br />
I have a neurologist now. I see him bustle down <strong>the</strong> hall, his fitted white<br />
coat over modish suit, his residents running fast behind him. They all burst<br />
through <strong>the</strong> door, <strong>the</strong>n stay clustered <strong>the</strong>re like huddled jocks waiting for<br />
<strong>the</strong> signals for <strong>the</strong> rush to play. The neurologist, tall and quite handsome, is<br />
doing teaching rounds with <strong>the</strong>m. I see <strong>the</strong>m in a far distance as if I’m looking<br />
through a tube. They stay at <strong>the</strong> door, don’t come near me, speak to me, or<br />
examine me. Still, I feel a like a specimen.<br />
From <strong>the</strong> podium <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> chart, he explains my case to <strong>the</strong>m. He<br />
announces to <strong>the</strong> room, “She has expressive aphasia.” I know this already, not<br />
<strong>the</strong> word aphasia, but <strong>the</strong> loss <strong>of</strong> words. Then he says, “She has comprehension<br />
intact!” Yes, yes, this is true! I DO understand everything I hear from <strong>the</strong>m: