My fervent hope is that one day I will learn this and not NEED to be the one who always has The Right Answer.

It hasn't happened yet. I'm not sure why one of my teachers didn't kill me. It did not help that we moved to several different small towns with poor school systems, in one case to a class with a math text I had used two years before elsewhere. I had an English teacher in high school who was less sentient than an aspidistra. I still remember the fight I had with her when she insisted that "dowdy" was pronounced "doo-dy."

I still remember the fight I had with her when she insisted that "dowdy" was pronounced "doo-dy."

Did you tell her she had dowdy brains?

That was also the class in which I insisted on reading the real, and not the condensed, version of Great Expectations.

Aims, fwiw, my nephew that is just around the same age as Em loves books but is not reading yet.

I had many of my books memorized at 2 so people thought I could read, but I couldn't. I think Mom mostly taught me to read by reading street signs and highway signs, but I don't remember when I actually learned to read on my own. I think sometime in 1st grade.

I'm not trying to be all doom and gloom, because it's excellent that you have a diagnosis and treatment plan. But I had the tendon problem happen, Nicole did, and my stepdad is currently dealing with tendon problems so bad that he can barely walk, after only 6 days of Levaquin.

I think Deena had to deal with massive pain from this antibiotic family, too. I'll keep available digits crossed that it plays nicely with your system, Askye. I basically woke up with pain throughout my entire body after being on it for two days. If you start to feel like your fingers and toes were smashed with a hammer, stop taking it. I hurt all over but fingers and toes/feet were the most painful.

Note to Comcast: if you say we can do one thing, then don't go saying "Oh noooeees, we don't ever do that."

Cheeseweasels.

Which reminds me, I called Brokeback Mountain slash this morning in the Fanfic thread. I need to go correct that. Doesn't fit with my personal lexicon.

I read that this morning and thought, "But it's canonical. Unless it's the girls. Which is really more femslash. SHUT UP, BRAIN, you know what she means."

BUT! I didn't say anything. Which I think means I have grown as a person.

Also I'd found a gnat in my tea and was paralyzed with the gnatsyness of that.

Which I think means I have grown as a person.

I appreciate the grace period for me to get my wits about me and correct myself. It bothered me my whole drive into work, although it took me until now to get around to correcting it. I will totally edit hours if not days later, just so archives will be a wee bit more correct.

The what-I-term-sloppy usage of the term slash is now creeping into my own usage, and I resent it. I must be strong.

I will totally edit hours if not days later, just so archives will be a wee bit more correct.

I just edited a typo I made three hours ago. I didn't notice it when I posted. But once I saw it, I couldn't just ignore it and move on.

There's so much power in just staying silent sometimes, even when you know the answer.

And then when you do speak, people tend to pay more attention to you.

Aims, I didn't learn to read until 1st grade (a perfectly normal time to learn, developmentally speaking), and I'm in Mensa. It's not always a smart or not smart issue.