So, Dr.. S. has me started on Aderall after the whole your-insurance-is-going-to-screw-with-your-already-crazy-brain-and-not-cover-your-Strattera-after-???-years-drama...I get to try new things.  I love variety!   The first dose was kind of ...eh.  The attention-grabbing response only lasted a short time and well...I was wondering why in the crock this is a controlled substance...Seriously Dean, you bought this?
So, we upped my dose and I have extended release.  If I could somehow type how wide open my eyes are right now.    It's pretty good though.  My keyboard is practically on fire with the lines going out today and I am able to simultaneously wipe Emma's butt, scream at the dogs and dictate the education of my 13 year old without really getting sidetracked with...oohh coffee.  I may even last through ugly-clothes-drinking night without too much trouble...which reminds me...I need to hunt up my polyester bell-bottoms.  I should put in here, for the record, that I really can totally do jumping jacks like whoa.  I could probably do jumping jacks and type and yell at the dogs and dictate the education of the 13 year old.  Gonna try it.

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Yeah okay, so the drug does not enhance coordination at all.  Fail on the jumping jacks.  It does, however, suppress my appetite to the point that I really can't eat.  Feelin' a little barfy when my mind wanders to the thought of sustenance.   
So far though this is good.  

Dr. S had mentioned that I have a lousy job for having ADD.  Hm.  Probably right; however, I like to have my cake and eat it too.  My cake being working from home, repeatedly pressing the ctrl+alt+right arrow for a living, my fork being ADD.   I deserve the cake dammit.  I have a husband who isn't much help in terms of...well yeah. I have my adorable, but trying abundant supply of kids, my sick dad, my caregiver-fatigued mom, my psycho sister, an ugly dog that cannot shit outside to save her hide...seriously.   I want to lick the friggin' cake.

Ugh.  That looks awful.  I am grateful for my family, I love my babies, I want to see my dad comfortable and my mom happy and well.  I want my sister to CHILL OUUUT. I want my house together, cookies baked, supper in the crock pot, work done, butts wiped, kids happily educated and abundantly hugged and I want time to do my art.  I still sound selfish.   

Eh well, selfish and ENERGIZED, focused and not spinning in circles forgetting what I am supposed to be doing.  WOo!  Look!  I even blogged!  I AM AMAZING!