[BOTW] Ritalin: How a Missed Dose Can
As someone with adult ADHD, it’s important for me to keep track of what exactly it is that I’m doing to make sure I’ve got some sort of handle on the types of symptoms most often associated with this type of disorder through the judicious application of some form of medication. I told her, but she didn’t remember either.
[Editor's Note: Conor, I had no idea you suffered from ADHD. I'm really sorry about goofing on you the other day.]
By the time we were near Yakima I was like, “Oh, man!” You know what that means. There was no way her dad would turn around, either.
So, then I took some ibuprofen because they didn’t have any Advil and he keeps going on and on about Pigford and I’m about to jump out of the car because HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT. He just knows what some guy on the radio told some guy on the internet who in turn told a guy on TV and now everyone’s like, “I know what the real deal is,” but all they have is some guy talking to another guy? I talk to guys all the time.
[Editor's Note: Did you actually receive an ADHD diagnosis from a qualified physician?]
It’s just like they’re trying to make everyone think that if you aren’t some white dude you’re sneaky. That old bullshit being wheeled out again. Like my friend Jose said, if that lady’s kids had been football stars no one would have batted an eye. Please. It’s all the same angle. But when I try to say anything he’s all like, “You want to walk?” Some people can’t walk. Ever think about that?
That reminds me. I had a dream about Ben Huh last night. He was supposed to be building a soapbox derby car with me, but he kept on opening packs of Magic the Gathering cards and dropping them on the street.
[Editor's Note: I'm only asking because I found an empty Ritalin prescription bottle in my car after I dropped you off. I didn't realize it was yours. The label said McKinsey, Pepper. ]
“That’s no how you play!” I kept yelling.
No one cares about the guy making the graphics. You know that? He’s like the drummer of the ad agency. I should learn how to play the drums. I’d be good at it. I already know MIDI and it’s just like that but with sticks.
When we get home I’m going to finally work on my novel with paper and a pen because I don’t want to leave this world with no trace of my existence. Well, there’s always Pepper, I guess.
OH SHIT!!! PEPPER! I was supposed to add her information onto the Seattle Housing Authority application because I forgot that she lived with us and Kendra was supposed to remind me and I bet it’s in the same place as my medication and I don’t think I locked the door and now some homeless guy is going to get into their house and take my medicine and forge his name on my housing application and I’ll have to sleep outside like an animal.
I think I’m going to try and sleep for a while.
What was the name of the fifth Dinobot? What was it, anyway? There’s the triceratops one, and the T-Rex one, and…why the hell did they make dinosaur Transformers anyway. Who were they trying to fool? Were they just really old? They don’t really look like dinosaurs. I guess the dinosaurs couldn’t tell, and the car ones don’t look a lot like cars, either.
[Editor's Note: Dinobots?]
Oh, yeah, Kendra isn’t talking to me because someone told her about my Twitter feed. Her mom said she’ll support Kendra if she wants to divorce me.
I can’t be the only one.
[Editor's Note: Call me. I'd like to chat. No biggie. We're just shuffling a few assignments around.]
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