I may as well stop complaining about it. Seems like my Parkinson’s disease-related vocal difficulties are here to stay.
After Gail took the photos that you can see in a previous entry from today, she asked if I could print one out so she could frame it.
“I’ll see if we have any pho… pho… pho… pho… (shut my eyes, take a breath, concentrate) photographic paper.”
There’s been other examples throughout yesterday and today. Just now, Shiloh — our neurotic German shepherd — was nosing my elbow as if she needed to “use the yard.” I went back to the other office where Gail was browsing the web and asked how long it’s been since the animals have been outside.
“I just brought them in,” she said. “I guess I could just hang Shiloh out on her cable for awhile.”
“Tha… tha… that… tha… (close eyes, concentrate) That. Would. Be. A. Good. Idea.”
I guess this is just something I’m going to have to get used to.