My wife has worked with ESL (English as a Second Language) for years now. She’s tutored Russians, Somalis, and who knows who else. I think she needs to work with me.
I just got done with the Neurologist. I got the official “you are a twit” look when I told her about my medication and how much I took. Seems your beloved correspondent is illiterate. I was quite sure the dosing instructions said one thing. She showed them to me on the computer. No, they said I could actually take twice as much as I thought for my migraines. I was sure the label from the pharmacy was misprinted, but didn’t protest too much.
Good thing I didn’t. Upon reading it again, it appears that my damaged brain retained only part of the label. I really could take a whole lot more than I did. I could have avoided months of misery if I’d only read the label again instead of being so sure I was right. Much better than going the other way and overdosing, but not my much.
I won’t say “I can’t wait to try it” because I dread migraines. But I’m a lot more optimistic about the battle than I was three hours ago.
I am, however, still a moron.
And, if you’re interested, the weeklong headache has kept me from writing. It was just too painful to do any serious thinking. Sorry for the absence.
