Handcoats and spacelight

The good days I can come up with words without too much of a struggle. Most days aren't those. Usually it's just a pause or two while I try to remember the works. On bad days I can't come up with my words at all and it's really frustrating. Someone described this happening to them and how scary it was.

They had a concussion.

Now, my brain might be permanently addled from when I was younger. Who knows. But I find it funny that people have a bad side effect from a concussion, that frightens them, but it's just an average day for me. Yish.