Baffled by Math

I can talk or write myself into -- or out of -- virtually any situation. Words are my dear friends; I like them, and they seem to like me back. Number, though, are a different story. I have spent the last hour trying to read a home appraisal, including attempting to figure out how to convert square footage to acreage. (I ended up Googling it.) So this appraisal claimed that the house in question was sited on approximately three-quarters of an acre, which didn't sound right. I found out that the total acreage is, in fact, almost one and a half. The problem was not with my calculating skills; the rest of the land was simply left off of the appraisal. Then I received a deed to sign away my interest in said property. All the lots were listed there, but the "consideration" to be conveyed to me was nearly half of the promised amount.

Doing math gives me a headache under the best circumstances. When I am recovering from the flu and the math is fairly high stakes, it makes me want to throw furniture. I was going to simply work with the person on the other end of this transaction, but it's increasingly appearing that I'm going to need help to get it sorted out in a fair way. That makes me sad -- and stressed. But I'm won't be a pushover. It will work out, just maybe not as soon as I had hoped.