My wife believes I have Tourette’s syndrome. Not much, just
a slight touch of it, but enough to be noticed. Here are the symptoms I have, again
according to my spouse:
I have tics, not much anymore, just some eye blinking,
shrugging my right shoulder, bending and stretching my right arm. I know I do
it, and I can suppress it, if I want, but then it comes back ten times more as
soon as I am by myself.
The doctors never suggested Tourette's when I was a kid and
had serious tics. They blamed the tics on the bike crash I had when I was five
years old. Now, it doesn’t bother me at all, with one exception: I’m getting
big dentist bills because my teeth are worn out from teeth grinding.
I’m swearing too much, in particular when I'm talking with
the boys. Who cares, nobody's taking any harm from a little swearing. And I
have no problems keeping my mouth shut if I’m in a church. I just swear more
once I get out. (Yes, I do visit
churches from time to time; to see the architecture and the art.)
I’m sometimes saying crazy things. I guess my blog is a good
example. I better do it here than in a dinner party, where I may happen to
offend some poor sensitive God-fearing soul.
Anyway, I’m very happy with my syndrome, and I don’t bother
to visit a doctor to get a diagnosis. (The doctor doesn’t bother me, so why
should I bother her?)
I think Tourette's is a very nice syndrome, actually. It’s
not nice if you got it really badly, but just a little, that’s fine. And whenever I say or do something crazy, I
just say:
“Oh, what the Hell, it’s just my fucking Tourette again.”
>J
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