what was the point of this post again? i forget
This morning I popped over the the corner Chevron (practically next door, shares a building with McDonalds... oh, how I love this town and housing options) to pick up some milk before Eric got up for breakfast. We ran out of milk last night because SOMEONE WHO IS VERY TALL AND VERY MUCH NORWEGIAN AND LOVES HIS MILK (cough cough ERIC) drinks it all. I'm lactose intolerant so I barely touch the stuff, with the exception of actually finding my Lactaid and being in the mood for dairy or splashing a bit in my tea. This morning, it was more like the latter. I like me some milky tea. Am I rambling? I'm rambling.
So anyway, I popped over to the corner station for a gallon of milk. A bit on the pricey side, okay, by some odd cents or whatever, but it was worth not walking all the way to Food Pavilion. The lady who rung me up was on the phone so I waited patiently, eyeing the muffins on display (oh do I love a good muffin) while unintentionally catchings bits and pieces of her phone conversation.
A phone conversation involving questions about an outstanding warrant for her.
O_o
Um.
I threw in a muffin, paid quickly (she was still on the phone), and left, quietly amused by the Chevron encounter. Somehow I'm not surprised? Desensitized because of all the crime happening in town? Densensitized because this town's crime rate is catching up with the Seattle area's? Which should be startling to a country mouse like me, but strangely it isn't.
I'm rambling again, aren't I?
I forgot the point of this post. Yay focus.
Eric: Honey, I'm pretty sure that no one doubts now you have ADD--
Me: --ADHD. Super ADHD. I am a bouncing rabid ball of energy.
Eric: ...Yeah, let's not sell it short. Super ADHD.
Me: Thank you.
I have an appointment with my therapist at 3. I haven't seen her since... the end of June? It'll be interesting.
Therapist: Sooooooo Dazzle, it's been a while, hasn't it?
Me: Um. Yes.
Therapist: Been yo-yoing back and forth, haven't you? Riding the moody roller coaster?
Me: Uh. Affirmative.
Therapist: Haven't been consistent with your meds, have you?
Me:.......guilty as charged.
DAZZLE OUT.
So anyway, I popped over to the corner station for a gallon of milk. A bit on the pricey side, okay, by some odd cents or whatever, but it was worth not walking all the way to Food Pavilion. The lady who rung me up was on the phone so I waited patiently, eyeing the muffins on display (oh do I love a good muffin) while unintentionally catchings bits and pieces of her phone conversation.
A phone conversation involving questions about an outstanding warrant for her.
O_o
Um.
I threw in a muffin, paid quickly (she was still on the phone), and left, quietly amused by the Chevron encounter. Somehow I'm not surprised? Desensitized because of all the crime happening in town? Densensitized because this town's crime rate is catching up with the Seattle area's? Which should be startling to a country mouse like me, but strangely it isn't.
I'm rambling again, aren't I?
I forgot the point of this post. Yay focus.
Eric: Honey, I'm pretty sure that no one doubts now you have ADD--
Me: --ADHD. Super ADHD. I am a bouncing rabid ball of energy.
Eric: ...Yeah, let's not sell it short. Super ADHD.
Me: Thank you.
I have an appointment with my therapist at 3. I haven't seen her since... the end of June? It'll be interesting.
Therapist: Sooooooo Dazzle, it's been a while, hasn't it?
Me: Um. Yes.
Therapist: Been yo-yoing back and forth, haven't you? Riding the moody roller coaster?
Me: Uh. Affirmative.
Therapist: Haven't been consistent with your meds, have you?
Me:.......guilty as charged.
DAZZLE OUT.