Yesterday I ticced, throwing my head back and hitting it against the wall: “Mystery.”

This morning I twisted my ankle with a strange leg tic: “Mystery.”

I also hit myself in the face: “Mystery.”

Tonight I banged my hand on a shelf in a shop: “Mystery.”

Just now I thumped my chin. Leftwing Idiot and I said in unison: “Mystery.”

“I always know when you’ve hurt yourself” he said, “because you say ‘Mystery’.”

It would seem Tourettes has decided “Ouch” won’t do anymore.