Originally Posted by Dr. Smith

I believe/feel being experimented upon like a guinea pig (gabapentin, antidepressants, others) cost me an unacceptable/unconscionable measure of my faculties. Wors[e] still is knowing when I know the word I'm searching for and not being able to... (can't think of the word... dammit ) evoke/retrieve(?) employ/utilize(?) it. That's why my writing style has devolved into this interminable sequence/succession of slashes; sometimes I'm trying to convey the standard "either/or" but mostly I just can't decide/settle on which word I mean/want to use (see?) Believe it or don't, it's as/more aggravating to me than to readers. I'm frustrated/mad as heck about it—HECK I TELL YOU! I didn't used to be/write this way. Some of my vocabulary is returning—slowly—with practice/use, but it's HARD—much harder than learning & honing it all the first time.