One of the stranger things about dyslexia is its inconsistency.
Yesterday morning, I woke up with a nasty headache. It was probably a combination of dehydration
|I stay far away from these self-check out things.
by Tom Woodward, [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Flickr
and caffeine withdrawal, since I hadn’t had coffee in a few days. Getting better hydrated helped, but I didn’t feel like reversing that with coffee’s diuretic tendencies before heading out to run errands.
Between feeling crummy and my already shaky procedural skills, I ended up turning back twice to do things I’d missed, like close the windows and grab my wallet. I still forgot the reusable shopping bags I prefer using when food shopping on foot.
Ah well. That’s why they put handles on paper shopping bags, right?
I ended up stopping at a pharmacy and the grocery store, which meant I needed to sign my name a few times.
That’s where the problem was. Each time, I had a hard time remembering how to sign my first name.
Wow. Really, brain? My first name? I’d changed my last name years ago, so I suppose it’s understandable to accidentally sign my maiden name once in a while, but the first name has always been with me.
If it hadn’t happened to me before, I would have been worried. Those little gaps in ability are always odd when they crop up.
The funniest part is, I remembered everything else I had to do that day. Everything got picked up that needed to be picked up, bills got sent out and phone calls got made. I’d even reached my goal for the day in terms of crafting things.
Signing the name I’ve had for my entire life, though?
Nope. That’s just too much of a challenge.
Now I understand why people just use scribbles as their signatures.