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Last night, Jeff tried to introduce the college group to a new lawn game. It was called "Double Ladder Ball," and involved throwing bolas (a string with a ball at either end) at a sort of ladder structure (kinda sorta reminded me of a wicket) with the goal of getting the bola to wrap around a rung for points. However, we quickly redubbed it "sneerfunkle" and spent half the time throwing the bolas at each other. Kim and Jennifer and I postulated that with our group, every game devolves into throwing things at each other. Which is probably why we play so much frisbee.
Spent a little time looking up local psychiatrists who deal with adult ADHD. There is all of one (ONE!) such psychiatrist in the entire city who is in my health plan. I mean, c'mon! I'm tempted to get the name of the guy Dad sees and call his office to see if he just might be in my network.
I wonder, though, how much good it would do me. How much of a difference the right stimulant would be. Mom and Dad both say that Dad's medication has made a serious difference, "like night and day" were Dad's exact words. How much would it help me to think in a straight line, to stay focused, to concentrate? Would it really calm my mind down and help me remember things before it's too late? Or am I dreaming of changes that couldn't actually happen? It would be worth it just to find out.
I found FOURTEEN FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS today. No, wait. Twelve four-leaf clovers and two five-leaf clovers. Yeah. While taking my afternoon walk. I mean, I've found lots of four- and five-leaf clovers before (and one that had six, but it was ages ago and I lost it so I have no proof), and I know that if you find one in a patch, there's usually more, but fourteen leaf-enhanced clovers is definitely a personal record. Naturally, I know the number because I picked all the ones I could find and then taped them into the back of a journal. It was pretty awesome.
Am tempted to eat to much and am plagued by uncharitable thoughts. Must be hormones. Argh.
Spent a little time looking up local psychiatrists who deal with adult ADHD. There is all of one (ONE!) such psychiatrist in the entire city who is in my health plan. I mean, c'mon! I'm tempted to get the name of the guy Dad sees and call his office to see if he just might be in my network.
I wonder, though, how much good it would do me. How much of a difference the right stimulant would be. Mom and Dad both say that Dad's medication has made a serious difference, "like night and day" were Dad's exact words. How much would it help me to think in a straight line, to stay focused, to concentrate? Would it really calm my mind down and help me remember things before it's too late? Or am I dreaming of changes that couldn't actually happen? It would be worth it just to find out.
I found FOURTEEN FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS today. No, wait. Twelve four-leaf clovers and two five-leaf clovers. Yeah. While taking my afternoon walk. I mean, I've found lots of four- and five-leaf clovers before (and one that had six, but it was ages ago and I lost it so I have no proof), and I know that if you find one in a patch, there's usually more, but fourteen leaf-enhanced clovers is definitely a personal record. Naturally, I know the number because I picked all the ones I could find and then taped them into the back of a journal. It was pretty awesome.
Am tempted to eat to much and am plagued by uncharitable thoughts. Must be hormones. Argh.