Special Me

As soon as I hit the button to publish that last post I heard something. I've just watched this really creepy and demented show and out of dead silence I hear something creak and then a low moan.  Talk about jumping out of the chair!

It took me a full minute to realize it was my child.  No time to be scared when you've got a kid with a tummy ache.  Poor thing was suffering while her Mommy was frozen trying to figure out what was coming to get her. 

But I wasn't really frozen from fear - I just have a really, really slow reaction time. I don't know why but it takes me a minute to process things. I think my mental faculties are fully functioning, although there are days when that is debatable...but they're a little slow. It just takes a minute for things to register with me. 

That's why I think I'm not good at sports. I can't react fast enough. Like if a ball is coming at me my brain thinks: Ball....coming...at...you.  Then it hits: BALLCOMINGATYOU! and instead of reaching out and catching it, I'm in this panic mode so I shut my eyes, turn my head, and put my hands up to try and protect my face.

It's also how I managed to run over a dead deer.  I did see the deer laying in the middle of the road,  but by the time I processed that important piece of information I was already feeling the thump of rolling over it.  Sad.

At least I think this delay in processing is related mostly to physical reactions. It doesn't seem to take me long to process during conversations - I think I keep up. But then again, maybe all those times I've been told I was special, they really meant I was special...