Let's play a game! Do you remember Mad Libs from when you were a kid?
Mad Libs
For those of you who have never played, let me explain this "world's greatest word game." You start with a page of text with words missing. Without seeing the paragraph on the page, you provide random verbs, nouns and adjectives so your partner can fill in the blanks. When the text is read back with your random contributions, the results can be hilarious. Or not.
Mad Libs, Fibro-style
Jump to one of my bad fibro-fog days and trying to communicate is like playing a wacky and warped version of Mad Libs.
My favorite nouns are (in order of preference): thing, whatchamacallit, thingamajig and whoosie-whatsit. When I'm not trying to remember what things are called, I specialize in calling objects by the wrong name. For example, I've called the vacuum cleaner a computer and asked my husband to put a trash can in the bag (that one should have been the other way around.)
For verbs, I seem to use can a lot, like 'Can you get me my thing?' and 'Can you please just help me?'
My favorite adjective, you ask? I think that might just be damn.
Honorable Mentions
There may be a few other games that describe aspects of my life with chronic illness. The ones that come to mind are:
Aggravation, Boggle, Chill Out, Clue, Don't Break the Ice, Hungry, Hungry Hippos, In a Pickle, Kismet, The Game of Life, Sleuth, Sorry!, Trouble and Win, Lose or Draw.So Let's Play...
Chronic illness is ________ .
Here are my choices:
- all fun and things
- a big pain in the damn whatchamacallit
- a thingamajig you can help me with
Dear Reader, please vote for your favorite or suggest your own by leaving me a comment. I'll tally the votes and announce the phrase with the most votes on Saturday October 9th.
7 comments
a big pain in the butt, gut, neck, head . . . etc., etc.
thingy-whatsit, thingamajig, doozy-whatsit, whatchacallit, whatshername...
I often baffle my 8yo son by asking him to get my thingy-whatsit from in the um, um, um, study... said complete whith screwed up eyes and finger wiggling while I try to get past the brain-lock!
b. a big pain in the damn whatchamacallit
B!
I love your picture and just the whole concept of your post! I share your frustration, my mouth is all twisted up in frustration as we speak!
Chronic illness is the suckage!
See, I told you I would comment!
So true! When fatigue or a migraine set in, I'm mixing up my words all the time. You know it's bad when my six year old daughter corrects me. So glad I found your blog...it's great!
Thingey is my usual go-to word when the right one eludes me.
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