- My self-righteous anger died after I spewed the venom into mah blawg; and
- I forgot the password I used to password protect it3.
So, no zombie posts! Which is good…it was très horrible.
The problem is that it appears the zombie post ate my temporal lobes first, I think “Oh, I should blog that!” and then I sit down and think “Uh, what was I doing?” *hrumph*
I’m considering “outing” myself here. I’d say most everyone knows who I am, it’s not that hard to figure out 😉 We have simply outgrown the Umma/Duhdee thing now. Obviously, Monkey is Monkey…100% but we are no longer Umma and Duhdee anywhere but here. I’m “Money” and sometimes, under rare circumstances, “Mommy” and Duhdee is “Honey” and if he doesn’t respond fast enough “Eric!!”
I guess I’m ready for a change but I don’t know which way to go. ONE thing that is holding me back, besides the general lack of brains, is this question that has always been swirling around in my brain but now with all the drug trials going on is sort of poking a little more forcefully at me…
What happens *if* we find a cure? What if one of the medications off sets his symptoms enough so that he isn’t noticeably affected by fragile x? What if a future employer Googles him and discovers…hey, this amazing candidate I’m considering hiring actually has a genetic disorder and was, once upon a time, considered intellectually disabled? Would they still hire him? Would people look at him differently?
I really wish the zombie post had consumed the “What if” portion first…