poured out before bed
“Well, it’s very possible that during the treatments there may be some swelling that affects your speech more than it has already been altered by your surgery. And, yes, sometimes those changes can be permanent if there is some scarring. But we will make sure you continue to follow the speech therapists to help you improve your articulation as much as possible.”
The anger in the eyes of the wiry man in the exam chair is electric. He pounds his hand on the arm, sending a puff of tobacco tinged air towards me, and shakes his head emphatically.
“No! Absolutely not! This is ridiculous – it’s ridiculous don’t you see?! I won’t have this!” The remaining half of his tongue tries desperately to keep up with the pace his lips and surviving teeth have set, creating a language of imbalance.
The patient flips his coat over his shoulder, sending a pack of cigarettes flying across the room as he stomps to the door.
I won’t go to my grave talking like f—g Porky Pig!” he screams, the slamming of the door the clearest message he’s delivered all morning.