As if the lack of focus, the constant irritability, the dark thoughts, and the rage aren't enough symptoms for one person to handle, the other day a new symptom arose, more like slid out of my mouth and onto Aimee's shoulder as I gave her a hug. The new symptom, just to add a little insult to injury, is the presence of drool, an overabundance of saliva.
If I look down with my mouth open, the floodgates unlatch and saliva starts to leak out of my mouth. whether that is on my pillow while I am reading, or on my dog's head as I pet him and tell him that I forgive him for putting me in a coma.
I'm not sure why it's happening and what has brought it on. My hope is maybe it means I'm getting my taste back. That because it is on its way back, I am salivating more. I've scoured the brain injury websites and have come up with nothing.
So now, Aimee is stuck with hearing me slurp up my drool or else she might have a string of saliva fall on her face or onto her clothes. She wants me to go in for a checkup. She fears that it has something to do with me losing control. I don't agree. I think if it is not my taste buds waking from their four month hibernation, than it is the icing on what is one grotesque cake, or an awful punchline to an unfunny joke.
There it is; my latest symptom. So if you see me wearing a bib, than don't be alarmed. Just tell me how adroolable I look.