in Which Legalities Greatly Affect our Heroine.
I don’t get out much.
About five months ago, I had a major seizure and it takes the grand total of six months for quasi-epileptics like me to legally drive. I am not actually epileptic and I don’t plan on having a seizure anytime soon, yet I am illegal. Oh-how-traumatically-unjust.
But maybe I’m not seeing this the right way. For one, I now know who my real friends are—they are the people who routinely drive me everywhere. Additionally I get to spend a lot more one on one time with my daughter. I appreciate my husband even more because he is my constant companion: i.e., chauffer. I get to do a lot of reading. With all my spare time, I do a teensy bit more housework.
The unfortunate downside is that I don’t have a lot to write about as far as current events. Right now, I am the event of every day (along with my daughter and her shenanigans). In that vein, a summary of me and my life: I feel pretty good, though I still have tired/dizzy spells sometimes (not every day). Emotions fairly stable (except for that one day…). My head shakes when held in the right/wrong position, like an old woman. This can be very disconcerting when teaching a RS class, solution: slump as much as possible and tip head alternatively from left to right. If you are lucky, people will think you are concentrating really hard on various comments—not that I wasn’t. (Promise--the comments were exceptional, but my slouchy neck issue was a distraction on occasion.) Grade: B+. Oddly enough, it isn’t so bad to be awkwardly off-balance. It’s the driving thing that’s really getting on my nerves.