My days are numbered — and so are yours.
I’m not sure when this happened, but my life seems to be totally ruled by numbers.
It wasn’t always like that.
Growing up, I only really needed to know two numbers — our street address and our telephone number. With those two numbers, I knew where to be and who to call if I got in trouble.
When I turned 16, I got my social security number. Perhaps that’s when the downhill slide began.
If it had only been that one hard-to-memorize nine-digit number, I would have been fine. After all these years, it is tattooed on my brain.
But then a little thing called computers came along and numbers have been ruling and punishing us ever since.
Mostly those numbers beat us up in the form of passwords. I have one for facebook, for online surveys, for my retirement account … it goes on and on. I almost had a password for my personal computer but I pleaded with my computer guy to bypass that somehow. I am the only person who uses this computer so why would I need to password protect it? The only person it would be protected from gaining access to the computer would be me because I keep a list of my passwords on — you guessed it — my computer. It’s in an email file.
As Sister Georgia would tell you if you were to ask, I was never good with numbers, even as far back as eighth grade. Once I got past addition, subtraction and long division, I was in a hell hole that I’ve never been able to climb out of.
I have numbers for the IRS, numbers for cholesterol and blood pressure and, worst of all, numbers for Healthcare.gov, a group that just can’t get enough numbers from me no matter how many I send. I’m pretty sure that is affecting my blood pressure numbers.
I prefer words. So I’m giving numbers a break for a while and I’m picking up an espionage book. There are probably numbers in there, too, but the spies will have to memorize them while I go along for the ride.
My blood pressure should be just fine.