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La viande est dans le cuisine. La maleta esta en la cocina. The suitcase is in the kitchen.
Ever since I hit my head, every thought plays through my mind in French, Spanish and then English.
Always.
I can write in one language but it takes me three times as long as the average person parce que, porque, BECUASE! I have to filter out the other two languages with each thought.
I don’t go out anymore. I order everything online so I don’t need to speak to anyone. I live off of the state.
My brother tells me to go to a doctor so I can be officially diagnosed with a disability. How do I get taken seriously?
When I hit my head and everything scrambled around, doctors took MRI’s and X-Rays. They couldn’t find anything wrong.
Honestly though, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an international game of telephone happening within one of the folds of my brain.
Just three complete caricatures of culture whispering to each other in an infinite loop of every changing words and phrases.
A guy with a beret and carry-all bag full of baguettes whispers “Je cuisine la viande” into the left ear of a hairy man dressed in black waving around a red cape with a guitar slung on his back. He whispers, “Yo cocino la carne” into the left ear of a dude in board shorts, no shirt and long blonde hair. Then west coast says, “I cook the meat.”
Why most of the thoughts and phrases are culinarily inspired, I don’t know. Perhaps we’re all hungry.
How do I describe all that to a doctor? It’s multi-lingual chaos and I’m sure she won’t believe me.
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