It's finally happened. I've dreaded this moment since I was a kid and couldn't remember how many short guys roomed with Snow White. Numberosis has set in.
Yesterday I called my cell to check messages and dialed my zip code. I came up short listing the seven deadly sins. I have no idea how many brides there were for those dancing brothers.
You see for numberosis sufferers there really is a "numb" in numbers. We are the numerally challenged. We don't know our cardinals from our ordinals. Oh, we do fine when asked our name and rank, but it's off to the firing squad for not revealing our serial number.
Please don't ask how I love thee. My palms sweat when I have to count the ways. Panic sets in when I'm told to count my blessings, sheep or calories.
These are simple counting tasks that generate physical reactions, so imagine how my condition has magnified during this current economic situation. Humongous, unfathomable sums of money being discussed. Statistics and percentages describing quantities of the unemployed, the foreclosed, the bankrupt. Interest rates, unwritten score cards tallying which banks got how much.
My solution? I'm on a media fast. It's either that or medication. And I'm not alone. Numberosis strikes thou...mill...well, I don't know how many people it strikes. You know me and numbers.
