Choices, Choices
May. 17th, 2005 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Which would you rather, to lose IQ points, or to be depressed?
Before it became an issue, I would have said depression, all the way. Lose IQ points? Utterly unacceptable.
The real world isn't as neat and orderly as thought experiments. Darn shame, really. I've been losing words. It feels like I've been losing them rather quickly. I also have a terrible time describing or explaining things. I find myself lost in a sea of pronouns, with space and movement confused concepts that I don't seem to be able to relate. Of course, I'm 43. It's a little early, maybe, to be experiencing aphasia, but it's certainly well within the normal range of human experience. It may be that I feel mine more keenly because I'm hyper-verbal. I never was able to give good directions. It feels worse, now, but that's self-reporting, which isn't very reliable in this area. When asked, friends usually shake their heads and say, I haven't noticed anything, or, Maybe a little, I'm not sure. I should probably just take their word for it. If these things are happening, they're probably being caused by my vast array of drugs.
Back to the question. I'm really not a scintillating conversationalist when depressed. In fact, I mostly don't socialize. I don't do projects. I don't even stare out the window at all the pretty birds. I may be smarter, but I do less with it. When I'm medicated, I go out with friends, I start and often finish projects, it's a lot better a ;life than being depressed.
Where's the line? Surely there has to be a line somewhere, but how would I know when I'd crossed it? Trying to do a cost/benefit analysis on your soul is a bitch.
Before it became an issue, I would have said depression, all the way. Lose IQ points? Utterly unacceptable.
The real world isn't as neat and orderly as thought experiments. Darn shame, really. I've been losing words. It feels like I've been losing them rather quickly. I also have a terrible time describing or explaining things. I find myself lost in a sea of pronouns, with space and movement confused concepts that I don't seem to be able to relate. Of course, I'm 43. It's a little early, maybe, to be experiencing aphasia, but it's certainly well within the normal range of human experience. It may be that I feel mine more keenly because I'm hyper-verbal. I never was able to give good directions. It feels worse, now, but that's self-reporting, which isn't very reliable in this area. When asked, friends usually shake their heads and say, I haven't noticed anything, or, Maybe a little, I'm not sure. I should probably just take their word for it. If these things are happening, they're probably being caused by my vast array of drugs.
Back to the question. I'm really not a scintillating conversationalist when depressed. In fact, I mostly don't socialize. I don't do projects. I don't even stare out the window at all the pretty birds. I may be smarter, but I do less with it. When I'm medicated, I go out with friends, I start and often finish projects, it's a lot better a ;life than being depressed.
Where's the line? Surely there has to be a line somewhere, but how would I know when I'd crossed it? Trying to do a cost/benefit analysis on your soul is a bitch.
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Date: 2005-05-17 06:42 am (UTC)By my standards of that time I'm pretty rich now. And hey, a lot happier. That's just the drugs I hear you shout. Maybe, but being able to buy good doctors and good, and very expensive, drugs sure help out.
Cost/benefit analysis on your soul is a mug's game. I'm sorry you need to do it. I've been losing nouns for years now. I usually find them quite quickly -- the retrieval mechanism just jams I guess. My latest psych said it could very well be the medicine but there's no real way to tell. Probably upsets me less than it does you as I'm not so verbal -- touch dominant here. It's kind of funny really. I'll say stuff like, "Begins with h and is that pretty flower of many blooms. No, not hyacinth it's a different shaped word than that. Hydrangea! That's it!" Try describing the word you can't retrieve and maybe you'll be able to lay hands on it. Works for me anyhow.
MKK
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Date: 2005-05-17 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-17 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-17 11:42 am (UTC)I wish she was right, but she isn't, and it's extremely obnoxious.
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Date: 2005-05-17 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-17 01:32 pm (UTC)One odd thought: I lose nouns in spoken conversation, but not typed (email, LJ, Usenet, IM). You might want to experiment and see if they're still there for you, using that retrieval mechanism. It doesn't help that much when I'm talking to someone in person or on the phone--especially if I don't have a keyboard handy--but it's reassuring to know that they're still there, and that I can get at them.
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Date: 2005-05-17 05:21 pm (UTC)I'd rather be depressed, but then there's no evidence that I suffer from anything other than occasional situational depression, and I find myself losing nouns and names regardless.
What a drag it is getting older...
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Date: 2005-05-17 09:54 pm (UTC)Kevin seems to be the keeper of nouns for me.
I've lost a lot of them, I usually end up saying "thingie" a lot or I just let sentences trail off. More with Kevin, though. I usually don't start sentences with other folks if I find myself unable to think the noun before I speak it. Usually. It depends.
When I was a kid and had lots of health problems, I used to envy my brother so much. He was the healthy one, the one with straight teeth, the one who only barely needed glasses. He rarely got sick.
Lately I find myself envying people who don't have any form of mental illness. I wonder what it'd be like to have "normal" brain chemistry? Is there really such a thing?
Anyway. I know what you mean and yes, it sucketh.
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Date: 2005-05-18 03:44 am (UTC)"Do you remember whatchamacallit?"
"Um, give me another clue."
"Oh, you know, that thingie, the...the...what's her face's cousin, what's her name had it. You remember..."
"I think I do..."
We giggled all the way home. We figured the people in the restaurant must have thought we were nuts. We understood perfectly what each other were saying, but we couldn't remember the words. For me, it passed. At the time, I was terrified that I was already going senile.
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Date: 2005-05-24 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-27 05:41 am (UTC)At first it greatly disturbed me. Lately, I've been trying to just take it as a "wake up call" (pun intended) and get more sleep for a few days. Don't know if this would help you, but I hope it does.