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[beanside]

Not looking forward to today. Really not. The first check ups are two of our unholy terrors. Twins, both of whom are a such little shits. My only wish (which I won't get) is that the mother brings their older sister, to ride herd. She's actually more maternal than the mother. I actually like the mother as a person, just not as a parent. Her husband is a traditional Orthodox-ish Jew, and for years, she wore the long skirt, the hats, etc. In the last four or so years she's really broken out of that, and found who she wants to be, which is lovely to watch. The boy child however, makes me wish they'd stopped with the first set of twins. He is SO very ADHD, it hurts. Even the parents acknowledge that he needs meds, but the father doesn't want them. According to him, he and his family have given the school enough money that they'll put up with the little bastard. *headesk*

After that, it's not so bad, though there's a lot of shots to give and children to torture. *shrug*

To put it mildly, I'll be taking several drugs prior to the afternoon check ups to insure that my PMSy self doesn't say or do something I shouldn't. Yay drugs!

Aside from that, all is good on the T front (PMS not withstanding). I have some tremors starting from the spinal issues, but they're sporadic, and controllable. I keep telling myself that if I just hold out until September, I'll have health insurance again, and I can get things straightened out.

*snore*

Goddamn, I hate when mornings come early. *sigh* I really have to train myself not to wake up at 5:30. I fricking hate knowing that it's too close to get anymore real sleep, but that I could have had another half hour if my brain would shut the hell up.

And now, I go forth and smack a bitch, er, call the insurance company about a newborn that they failed to put on the plan.

Comments

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Cursive was a bitch to learn for me. And yeah, my handwriting still sucks ass. Which works out since I work for a doctor. *Grin* We match, he and I.

The funny thing is that I was good at reading, never had a problem there, it was the writing that killed me. As far as writing and math, I learned my own coping skills, to the point that one of my teachers suggested majoring in math.

Sadly, my biggest problem in school after elementary school was my undiagnosed anxiety and depression. (shock! I had a mother who was agoraphobic and depressive and I had it? No!) I actually dropped out of school at sixteen. Then, I proceeded to tutor people at the GED course I took. *snort*

[lomer.livejournal.com]

It took awhile to diagnose me. I'd memorize the SHAPE of words and then just guess. Apparently that's a useful enough method of reading when you're 7, so no one realizes how much you think you're an idiot. I used to dread school. Hell, that never really got better. In college, I finally finished my gen eds (after struggling through every math course), so now all my classes are primarily physical and I excell. It was always those damn math classes that would get me.

Oh and did you get the teachers who just thought you were being lazy when writing? I can't tell you how many essays I got handed back to me with the instructions "write this again, and this time make it legible." The first time I was allowed to write an inclass essay on a computer, it was mind blowing. Instead of struggling to draw every single letter, I was able to bust out an A level essay in twenty minutes because I was finally able to WRITE.

I'm not surprised you had issues with school. Sometimes our coping methods shoot us in the foot. Sure we're able to COPE, but when no one notices us struggling, we don't get help. I wish I had realized that when I was 12 and hated everything about life.