ADD is fun.
No, really.
I ran out of my meds because I was not paying attention to how many pills I had left, and then I went out of town on a trip and then I got my doctor to write the prescription but I forgot to pick it up and then when I finally DID pick it up and took it to the pharmacy, they didn't have any of my particular medication in stock and so now I have to mail it to my prescription insurer to fill and it will be a few more days until I get it and I've been out of it since Wednesday. (RUNON SENTENCE FOR THE WIN!)
I could take my kids' meds, I suppose, but they don't take the same thing I do and I get generally crabby on my daughter's dose and my son's dose doesn't help me focus quite so much as my own meds do, so I'm resigned to being the poster child for ADD for the next several days.
That's not all that bad, really.
No, really.
Things don't get done with quite the same precision as when I'm medicated, but I manage to do a LOT of things when I'm this scattered. None of them well, granted, but still... I reorganized the laundry room (except for the stuff I left sitting on top of the cabinet I pulled in there because it belongs somewhere else and I keep forgetting to move it) and I moved the cat stuff (except I keep forgetting to buy more cat food and now they're out and I have to go to the store today) and I got several loads of laundry done (not folded, but hey, its a START) and I even got my irrigation up and running (even if I still have two zones I can't use because I haven't replaced broken pipes yet). See? I'm still useful.
It was also very useful this morning when I spent more than a half an hour tearing my house and garage apart looking for my car keys. I think I emptied out my purse three times, looked in every drawer in the kitchen, every coat pocket, even in the garbage can (ewww, stinky) before I finally found them IN MY CAR.
If I could manage to keep my brain still for two seconds I'd probably appreciate the irony in that story.
