Secondly, well, if anyone else reading this has EDS, except for the one person I *know* who does, can help with a problem, please do so. (I won't stop this person from providing advice, but last I heard from them, they were still running on a severe spoon deficit.) I've thought I'v'e suffered from dyscalcula for years, but now I'm wondering. After taking a quantitative reasoning course, I'm wondering if my problem isn't related to something else. I have the same terrible handwriting I've always had, and I think this causes many of my problems I've had with math over the years. I know from previous experience that larger diameter writing utensils work. (My third grade teacher tried this approach with many of her students with poor penmanship. This is the only time in elementary school I got VGs and Gs (As and Bs) in handwriting in elementary school. Too bad it would take three decades to figure out the reason for this.) So, can anyone help me out here?
My hand should be entirely free of the brace soon. I've been using this time to get some writing in, but much of my time needs to be devoted to my school work. I just wish that the ODAR office would schedule my hearing soon. It would also help if the new adapter for my Dell would get here soon, but Fedex shows it as being in California. There's another item I'm waiting for, and I'll be extremely upset if the folding cane I ordered from Amazon does show up on Friday. (Read on to find out why...)
For the past few weeks or so, I've been having difficulty accepting that I am about to turn 40. I don't mean that I'm flat-out denying it, it's just that I've been trying to stave off the psychological blows that usually come with it. Anyone who has or is about to reach this age knows what I'm talking about. Has my life so far made a difference? My life is half over, what have I done with it? Do I need to rush out and do more? Heck, I'm no longer young. TV is no longer catering to *me.* All of these things have run through my head at some point. Worse, is the thought that someday I might be gone and nothing I did will be remembered. This is the case for most people sooner or later, however, and I at least can redirect my thoughts when this happens.
There is one thing I am worried about, however, I told my roommate I wanted a Colt 1911 for my birthday. This was a ploy to get her to search and get a job. It worked. She's now teaching at the same community college I am attending. However, I don't really *want* a handgun. In part, this is a matter of personal responsibility. I don't think I'm the type of person who should own a handgun, and I really think my roommate needs a gun safe. I've asked her not to keep her loaded pistol by her bed, but I can't do much about that. At least I don't think she's planning on buying one. If she is planning on doing this, I'll have to lie in the bed I made. If she's concerned for my safety, a can of pepper spray would serve the same purpose. She also needs to get over the idea that increasing firearms rights are going to fix the fascism of the Trump administration. I can't get her to accept that firearms don't fix everything and that I'd rather not go out in one last blaze of glory. (She has some bizarre ideas that come from her siege mentality psychology. I want to get the hell out of here if the Trump administration's fascism becomes a problem.)