Normal day occurs and I rent a movie from the school library; 'M' [1931] starring Peter Lorre. German spoken, English subtitles. I functionally don't know German; English is my native language. All is well.
Partway through the film I notice my migraine symptoms coming on [grey-green soup-static eating into my vision from my optical peripheral, tingly numbness spreading up from my fingers, &c]. I know I'm screwed for the night, the best I can do is take pills and hope to "sleep it off" at this point. I decide to trooper it out and keep going with the movie 'cause I'm at a loss either way and I know this dance.
But then I realize that I could no longer understand the English subtitles, a new symptom for me at the time. I could read the subtitles, I knew they were English, I knew I knew I should be able to understand them, but I couldn't take their meaning. So here I am watching a movie where I don't understand the spoken or written language at all. All I had was my enjoyment of Peter Lorre, my appreciation of film noir, my love of film, and the inherent fundamental understanding of body language and facial expression.
About 75% through the film, one of my roommates comes in and sits down. "So, what're you watching?"
I swear he thought I was drunk.
Me: "This guy ... kill kids ... whistle. People ... not like guy."
Him: "Take your time."
Me: "This ... the people. Police ... no nothing. People ... this! ... these! ... people ... get guy."
Him: "OK."
Me: "The town... guy on trial. No police. Him! Bad guy. Whistles. Dead ... kids. City people ... guy on trial. No police."
Him: "I think I understand. Are you ok? Had too much?"
Me: "OK. Migraine. Watching movie. See? This ... Peter L-L-Lorre. Buggy eyes. Actor. Like a bug."
Him: "... yes. He's in this movie."
Me: "Famous actor! Now ... guilty from ... mob. The city. Death no police but ... dead whistling."
Him: "OK. Sounds like a good movie. See you tomorrow."
Me: "Yes. Tomorrow good ... movie."
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I'm not kidding, I actually did talk like a drunken over-acted dramatization of Shatner. My actual language skills were out the window that night. I can't tell you how many times I dropped my Imitrex pills onto the floor before dropping myself into bed.
Yes, I'm better now against the migraines so I have little worries there on that matter but back then it was a going concern.