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azurelunatic) wrote2021-12-01 11:59 am
azurelunatic) wrote2021-12-01 11:59 am
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ADHD Gothic, and a small shopping adventure (as related to the customer service survey)
Yesterday was a Fun Adventure! Mostly related to my ongoing quest for ADHD treatment that Actually Works(TM).
I went to the pharmacy to pick up pills: the last appointment bumped the bupropion, so I don't have any buffer yet. (Even though I renewed as soon as I remembered to.) Then I went to the appointment. We talked about the two Terrible Things I had been worried about actually happening, some Dental Fuckery (he winced gratifyingly) and then my dad dying. I didn't mention the mini-splits install, but that was also incredibly disruptive.
Helpfully, I'd written down some things, and saved them in the calendar appointment so I'd have them at the correct place and time.
ADHD Gothic, or, one of my mornings over the last month.
After that, my psychiatrist kind of winced. Then he started talking about options for adding a medication. Score! I picked Strattera, because the other one was for anxiety, and generally the current meds on that end of things are working out. He went into a general lecture about how it would not Magically Make Me Organized, and how I should work with my therapist about learning to make lists. (I did not immediately have a page from my bullet journal situation to wave at him, so I sat there and nodded. The mini-splits install plus my dad dying kind of did a combination cannonball and belly flop into the peaceful pool of my organizational system, and we're still mopping up.)
He is taking vacation after Christmas, so he said I should check in before that to see how the medication is doing. I asked what "before that" meant, and we picked a general time for me to call for an appointment so there would be time, and I explained that I've got a calendar system so that I will remember to do things at times.
He sent the prescription, and handed me a note to take to the front desk to schedule our next appointment assuming I didn't have feedback on the new med (end of January). That got scheduled. I explained my system to the front desk lady. (Three calendars: deadlines and medical appointments, with the actual time of the appointment in the subject, length of the appointment plus fifteen minutes early in that calendar; duplicate to personal calendar but include drive time, duplicate to household calendar but include prep time, was how I did it this time.)
Then I was off to the pharmacy, but I considered that they might get started on it and there was a thrift store on the way back, so I poked into there and found some athletic tops that look like they will work nicely for my current War On Bras.
Then to the pharmacy! I grabbed a motorized shopping cart, with the expectation that the prescription would not be ready for at least a half-hour after I inquired, so I might as well be ready to do some shopping. But they said an hour. I thought I might do a good browse, but I thought wrong.
This morning, I wrote a customer service note to explain the situation.
After I got the meds, I went by the taqueria on the corner. Sadly, the shrimp in the thing I got for Alex were Questionable. The tails were one thing, the guts entirely another. We are not getting shrimp there again, and I may write a review. Tails are not what is wanted when the shrimp are integrated into the dish and covered with sauce and not super finger-grabbable.
After that I managed to elbow my container wrong, and distributed nacho over a narrow but intense blast zone involving my desk, my arm, all of my clothing, and the floor. Sour cream side on my skirt and elbow.
So ... a day, amirite?
Belovedest has installed a pi-hole to deal with a number of ad networks. This is good except for three games that give me free stuff for experiencing ads. I've determined that for two out of the three, I just turn off wifi on my phone for the narrow window I need. The third one is extremely less playable without the extras, and it's built in a way that you basically have to start the game with access to the ad server if you're going to want to use an extra during a level. Which you don't always know until mid-level. Fortunately that's not one of the games with any real daily bonus that I care about, so I leave it until I would appreciate that particular variety of Soothing Game.
I went to the pharmacy to pick up pills: the last appointment bumped the bupropion, so I don't have any buffer yet. (Even though I renewed as soon as I remembered to.) Then I went to the appointment. We talked about the two Terrible Things I had been worried about actually happening, some Dental Fuckery (he winced gratifyingly) and then my dad dying. I didn't mention the mini-splits install, but that was also incredibly disruptive.
Helpfully, I'd written down some things, and saved them in the calendar appointment so I'd have them at the correct place and time.
ADHD Gothic, or, one of my mornings over the last month.
I lose small objects constantly. I must own more than ten hairbrushes, but I only know where one or two of them is at a time.
I go to the kitchen to wash my hands so I can test my blood so I can eat breakfast and take my pills. I notice that the hand soap pump is (still) empty. I wash my hands with dish soap. I take initiative and refill the hand soap pump, which has been empty for over a week. Success!
I return in triumph to my desk, intent on adding a thought that I had while I was refilling the hand soap, which is that you should really ask me the questions that you would have asked an obviously ratty and dirty patient. I pull up the calendar event, where I am collecting things I would like to say at the next meeting. I see that it is completely empty! Oh, I must have been composing the list on my phone. Where is my phone? Oh, it is on the desk and not in my nightgown pocket where I thought it was. (It is 2:30 pm.)
I pick up the phone and see that my housemate has asked me if I will need the bathroom before they take an hour long soak. I want to answer that but I am tired of typing on my phone, so I go to that tab in my main browser window. The tab is pinned so that I do not lose that tab in the 306 tabs that I have open in my main desktop browser (my secondary browser has only 3, and my mobile browser is down to 80, 77 after I close the three google translate windows that popped up in the course of my reading before bed last night, mostly because I don't speak very much French and this book has a healthy peppering of untranslated recipes.
It is 2:43 pm, and the phone rings. It's my friend Nora's ringtone! She must be done with work; she lives on the East Coast right now. I answer the phone. I tell her about my morning so far. I remember that I'm supposed to check my blood! Since I can't think to type while talking on the phone, I check my blood.
I tell her that I'm finally doing it, and forget which end of the lancet is the sharp end. I stab another finger by accident; I use my lancets naked because loading the stabber is Another Step and I would not manage to check my blood half as often.
I look around for the sharps jar and notice that I have another used lancet sitting on top of my iPod, which I meant to dock but did not remember to, but fortunately it still has charge.
Not that it matters, because my partner has borrowed my car until their car tabs arrive, because their registration expired and they forgot to renew it [some details of this] and they don't want to drive around with expired tabs. Therefore I can't go anywhere until that situation resolves, so I don't need the iPod fully charged.
I have unlaced my braid to brush it, but I don't know where my brush is. It's 3pm and I still haven't eaten breakfast.
After that, my psychiatrist kind of winced. Then he started talking about options for adding a medication. Score! I picked Strattera, because the other one was for anxiety, and generally the current meds on that end of things are working out. He went into a general lecture about how it would not Magically Make Me Organized, and how I should work with my therapist about learning to make lists. (I did not immediately have a page from my bullet journal situation to wave at him, so I sat there and nodded. The mini-splits install plus my dad dying kind of did a combination cannonball and belly flop into the peaceful pool of my organizational system, and we're still mopping up.)
He is taking vacation after Christmas, so he said I should check in before that to see how the medication is doing. I asked what "before that" meant, and we picked a general time for me to call for an appointment so there would be time, and I explained that I've got a calendar system so that I will remember to do things at times.
He sent the prescription, and handed me a note to take to the front desk to schedule our next appointment assuming I didn't have feedback on the new med (end of January). That got scheduled. I explained my system to the front desk lady. (Three calendars: deadlines and medical appointments, with the actual time of the appointment in the subject, length of the appointment plus fifteen minutes early in that calendar; duplicate to personal calendar but include drive time, duplicate to household calendar but include prep time, was how I did it this time.)
Then I was off to the pharmacy, but I considered that they might get started on it and there was a thrift store on the way back, so I poked into there and found some athletic tops that look like they will work nicely for my current War On Bras.
Then to the pharmacy! I grabbed a motorized shopping cart, with the expectation that the prescription would not be ready for at least a half-hour after I inquired, so I might as well be ready to do some shopping. But they said an hour. I thought I might do a good browse, but I thought wrong.
This morning, I wrote a customer service note to explain the situation.
Both the motorized shopping carts have battery problems. Yesterday I unplugged a cart where the battery indicator said it was fully charged. I was using it at a very slow speed, because past experience said that I should not trust the battery, and I did not get as far as the bakery [very close to the door where the motorized carts are parked] when the cart began emitting the pitiful beep that means the battery is low and must be charged immediately. Through careful operation and turning it off at least twice to take advantage of the small apparent gain in battery power that comes by letting it rest a little bit, I was able to drive it back to the charging area to charge again. Meanwhile, another customer had taken the second cart, and I suspect had come to a similar fate. I was unable to shop by browsing the aisles as I had originally envisioned. When I came back later to get the one thing I had come in for, I saw a different customer sitting on the cart that I'd plugged back in, waiting for it to charge so he could go shopping.
These carts badly need servicing so they are actually available for use. At this time I prefer to shop at [rival grocery chain], because their carts are better maintained. [Possibly because I sent them a similar message some months ago.]
After I got the meds, I went by the taqueria on the corner. Sadly, the shrimp in the thing I got for Alex were Questionable. The tails were one thing, the guts entirely another. We are not getting shrimp there again, and I may write a review. Tails are not what is wanted when the shrimp are integrated into the dish and covered with sauce and not super finger-grabbable.
After that I managed to elbow my container wrong, and distributed nacho over a narrow but intense blast zone involving my desk, my arm, all of my clothing, and the floor. Sour cream side on my skirt and elbow.
So ... a day, amirite?
Belovedest has installed a pi-hole to deal with a number of ad networks. This is good except for three games that give me free stuff for experiencing ads. I've determined that for two out of the three, I just turn off wifi on my phone for the narrow window I need. The third one is extremely less playable without the extras, and it's built in a way that you basically have to start the game with access to the ad server if you're going to want to use an extra during a level. Which you don't always know until mid-level. Fortunately that's not one of the games with any real daily bonus that I care about, so I leave it until I would appreciate that particular variety of Soothing Game.
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I return in triumph to my desk, intent on adding a thought that I had while I was refilling the hand soap
Oh boy. It me. I either have noooo focus at all, spraying all over the place, or it's focused like a short-term laser.
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Then of course there's the friendly accusations, "Well you could be organized and energetic if you felt like it...." Well no.
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(GRRRR.)
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Me: Uh, not really? It took me over a week of not doing much beyond daily routine stuff to get that much together.
Physician: ... oh.
And yeah,an day, as I hear the younger generations say now for emphasis.
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I think laptop is currently lowish triple digits, but I also dumped about a thousand tabs into OneTab recently
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When it was shorter, I found it tangles enough to lose shine and start looking really rough (while working an office job) if I don't brush it every hour or two.