The fake accent.

On Thursday I had an electrocardiogram which was just routine. It’s something I get done every year because of heart surgery I had when I was younger. The appointment was at 5 pm and since I’m still on meds from the sinus surgery I recently had and don’t want to drive into a tree or pull a Charlie Sheen (I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean), my hubby drove me to the doctor’s office.

I was stressing out since they were running behind with appointments and my daughter’s dinnertime was approaching fast. She never needs to be reminded that it’s time for dinner and is like an alarm clock. A very loud, screeching, yelling, tantrum-prone alarm clock.

While sitting in the waiting room, watching the little hummingbird run around and counting down the minutes before her dinner bell went off, I started stressing more and that made me start worrying that all of my stress would screw with the results of the electrocardiogram which made me worry even more. Whew!

Finally the tech came into the waiting room and brought me back. She had a really thick southern accent and was very talky. That’s totally a word. After hearing about her life story in 60 seconds, she was asking me where I was from, if I have kids, etc. When I went to reply, out came a southern accent. From my mouth. The problem? I don’t have a southern accent.

At first, I was going to stop myself and mention to her that I don’t really have a southern accent and that hearing her talk must have brought it on. Then I thought that would make me sound like a mental case so I continued on with the accent because doing that is much more sane.

But I kept forgetting to talk with the accent so it would come and go. I felt like I was in that episode of Friends where Ross is teaching a class and starts talking with an English accent. Luckily, I only had to keep it up for about 10 minutes and then I was able to just shut my mouth while she did her ultrasound tech stuff.

While my hubby, the little hummingbird, and I were walking to the car, I was telling the hubs about what I had done. The problem? I was still talking with a southern accent and thought “Oh shit, maybe I’ve had this accent all along and I’m just now realizing it.”

I made the mistake of asking my husband if I’ve always had it and he looked at me like the crazy person I am, rolled his eyes, and said no. For the rest of the night the accent came and went. I’m blaming this on the meds but I know I’m just weird and this probably would have happened even if I wasn’t taking them. *le sigh*

*I’ve been in a lot of pain since my sinus surgery almost 2 weeks ago. I went back to Dr. Cool, my ENT doctor, today and he found a big blood clot that was blocking the opening he had made. He removed it with what I call the “ice pick probe from hell”. Ouch!

 I’m dedicating this post to The Last Girl Standing who encouraged me to write a post while I was all loopy after surgery because she’s awesome like that.  ;^) I’m just as medicated loopy now as I was after surgery. Today while I was lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself, and frustrated that I still feel so crappy, I came across this post from her. It really made my day. 

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6 Responses to The fake accent.

  1. The Last Girl Standing January 28, 2011 at 20:01 #

    The fake (is it fake if it’s unintentional?!?) accent, the Friends reference and the shout-out make this the best post ever. The only thing that could have made it better? Video!!!! 😉

    As for the accent, I find I do the same thing whenever I’m around people with accents. At least you had medication to use as your excuse. My loopyness is natural.

  2. dysfunctional mom January 29, 2011 at 00:18 #

    I already have a Southern accent, but when I’m around someone with a very strong Southern accent, mine gets much stronger.
    So, perhaps Southern accents are actually contagious, and it wasn’t even your fault!

  3. TheBoyandMe January 29, 2011 at 02:13 #

    So funny, had to read this out to hubby who’s now laughing too

  4. Maile January 29, 2011 at 08:47 #

    I love watching BBC period pieces ( Pride & Prejudice, Agatha Christie mysteries, etc.) I often use an accent and talk all proper and fancy like to myself…. Good thing I’m usually alone (or with the cat who always stares at me like I’m whackadoo anyways)

  5. Leighann January 29, 2011 at 09:22 #

    I was killing myself laughing while I read this! I love that you had an accent when you answered her and then kept it up! AND THEN you asked your husband if you had it all along! LOL
    I find myself lisping every time I go to Tim Hortons because the guy that works there has one… I feel terrible but it just comes out.

  6. Michele January 29, 2011 at 19:31 #

    Maybe deep down you’ve always wanted a southern accent and the drugs just pulled it out of you. So yes, it’s been there all along 🙂

    My friend and I were traveling through Europe and met a girl that was from somewhere in the U.S. While she was of Irish descent, she did not have an accent. But a week later when we boarded a bus in Greece and two girls from Ireland hopped on and the three of them started talking. Suddenly, she had the thickest Irish accent you’ve ever heard. It was quite comical. Maybe she took the same drugs as you…

    Hope you feel better soon!

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