Random A.D.D. thoughts in Every day scata

  • Sept. 18, 2016, 1:19 p.m.
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The flare just hit me yesterday after the stress of the past couple of weeks. Yesterday it was all about pain. Today it’s all about exhaustion. Ya know, the kind where you sleep 12 hours and wake up feeling like you’ve been awake for 24. My thoughts are scattered all over the place, I start a task then leave it unfinished to start another. I’m frustrated with myself.

The other night I had a dream that I was a turtle. A male turtle looking for sex. So turtle me found a turtle mate and we did the deed. I woke up soon after.

I shopped around for a wheelchair for Client #1. Even if she does ever come home (very unlikely) She’ll need one. The wheelchairs that they use at the nursing home suck. I would like her to have something more comfortable. The one I picked out (but didn’t order) is a decent price and looks semi-comfortable. Plus it’s red. We could put flames on it or something and make it a hot rod wheelchair.

Started to color the horror comic. I didn’t get too far, leaving it to fold laundry. I didn’t pick the pencil back up when I got back to my desk.

Pdoc appointment tomorrow. I’m going to have to tell her that I won’t be able to see her for a while, and that if the money doesn’t start flowing for me, I’ll have to go off the Saphris, too. Both of these things scare me to death. Even though I fall into my horrible mixed episodes or depressions, they’re a hell of a lot less frequent.

I need to go on Pinterest and find a super spicy recipe. It won’t be cooked today due to the exhaustion, but I can at least drool over it. Or, if any of you guys have a good spicy recipe you could share it with me :) OOH! I know what I want to make! Dad’s chicken wings! Not spicy but yummy!

Looking at the writing on the postcrossing postcards make me realize how sloppy mine is. I only have one global stamp left for postcrossing. Gotta get more.

Current Earworm…


I still fangirl over Duran Duran.

… I think that’s all the randomness I have.

Time for more coffee.


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