Apparently when you go to a therapist's office, say "I think I have ADD," describe your life and describe ADD by doing so, they don't necessarily make you fill out a questionnaire or anything!
that may have been the most productive hour of my entire life.
and now: to conquer other doctor's offices, especially when nobody answers the damn phone.
(and then to collect my Rue, and figure out some way to celebrate, I guess.)
- Tags:[tag], addvantages?, and then i did stuff, be still my ♥♥♥♥, don't limit your sexuality, health is important you know, i don't know what this is, important, omgwtf, productivity what the shit, seven brain cells per day, so this is cool, what
so this one time, we were at the Metro 20, and I went into the men's room and discovered that it was the most well-equipped men's room I've been in in my life.
in the stall was the sports section of the paper and a bottle of Spic & Span disinfectant.
it was amazing.
I won't be going there again soon, though, because Rue has come down with swine flu, and so I get to hang out and take care of her through her time of quarantine.
since technically this makes me quarantined too, I ... think. ish.
(meanwhile, despite spending massive amounts of time around her, my only sign of illness has been a slightly-sore throat last night that hasn't been bothering me today except for when I went several hours without anything to drink. similarly my sister, despite picking up a wretched case of mono about two months ago [which I think means she has three more months to go before being considered clear of it], has not gained a case of flu yet despite a lot of traveling around with her boyfriend, who does now have a case of it.)
also, Tamiflu is a) real and b) fucking expensive. I bitch about the cost of my anti-inflammatories, but those are at least a 30-day supply for $80 ... not a five-day supply.