Yippie! I haz my own place in which to babble!!!
Where have I been for three weeks. Going through Strattera withdrawal. Anyway. Right....um...Ah, now i remember. So, finally after two weeks my doctor was able to procure my ADD medication. I get it from him for free since I don't have health insurance and a month's worth of Strattera is $193.00. In the meantime, I have been in the throws of withdrawal. Going through Strattera withdrawal is not like going through, say, withdrawal from morphine (or some other narcotic drug which is a sad and upsetting thing to watch. Something you'd only wish on really bad people.) You become more and more unfocused. But not the sort of unfocused you experienced before going on ADD meds. Its more like sitting in a stupor until something insignificant, like a dust mote, floats into your range of sight and then all your senses become superacute!!!! JESUS F**KING H CHRIST!!!! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT MOTH!!!! HOW'D IT GET IN THE HOUSE!!! QUICK, SAVE THE CATS....!!!! and then you hit the floor in post traumatic unconsciousness until your roommate comes home and finds you under the table, curled up with your ass waaaaaay up in the air clutching a map of New Zealand and a toothpick. You have no idea why you have the map and the toothpick. You just do. Being under the table is nothing new so you blow it off. Onward. I recently changed banks and am seriously thinking about changing again, not because of bad service, but because the ENTIRE vestibule and lobby is bedecked in hideous, large-printed, black and white Toile. For those of you who are blissfully ignorant of what Toile is, its that pattern with 17th-18th century people and farm animals that looks nice in small amounts but is grotesque in large quanities. Its pronounced TWALLLLLLLLL. However, to persons with ADD, ADHD and Dyslexia, anything with a pattern tends to move, swirl about, vibrate, glow and sometimes, make other pictures. Remember those Magic Eye pics from the 1990’s? I would never see what the real picture was because the whole damn portrait was to busy dancing about making other pictures. I see pictures and patterns in TV static…. Anyway. Hideous bank Toile. So walking into that bank is, quite literally, like being smashed in the face with a red hot jelly roll pan. I have to stumble arms out, eyes squinched through the vestibule and lobby to where the tellers are. Then there are the less painful days like getting up and walking across the room, forgetting why you got up in the first place, and you are now too worn out to get back to where you were so you just curl up under the table until your roommate finds you being very fascinated in very exhausted way by the kitty sparkly toys. Driving. Yes, I drove during all this. How else was I going to get essential things like Meringue cookies and Oreos in my time of woe? I am still looking, obsessively for this cat brush my sister has and I had an appointment with my Work Rehab lady. Asinine behavior, I know. Then I proceeded to try to make my sister hair stix for her birthday with found, good quality chop sticks and nail polish. Nail polish was the best choice for paint as its shiny, it matches her outfits (I would never be able to mix some of those pinks) and dries fast. Nail polish, apparently, has fumes. I never wear the damn stuff myself and having no sense of smell, I didn’t realize this until my housemate came home and commented on it. Nail Polish fumes went very well with my Strattera withdrawal. I then decided to go bra shopping under this influence. I needed nail polish remover anyway. I found a lovely bra that held my DDs up spectacularly, however, it did nothing for the tops of my breasts so they looked like well supported, deflating water balloons sitting on a shelf. Very disappointing, yet very jiggly. Strattera withdrawal also make you very tired. The slightest movement sucks the life out of you. So, there you are, almost dressed when you find you just don’t have that last bit of strength left to put your socks all the way on and you fall back on the bed asleep with dangly sock feet. I dropped my shampoo bottle while taking a shower and I stood there and stared at it for 10 minutes as I weighed the merits of actually bending down to get it and would I make a big enough THUD for someone to hear me and rescue me before I drowned. I’d fall asleep reading a book only to wake up with a book on my head, not knowing why I have the book, not sure if this was the book I was reading in the first place and why was I in my best friend's home with my flapping socks. Lots of migraines since your brain chemistry is way off. My period is expected too. Double the stooopid, double the food cravings. Today, though not complete out of the dense DUH fog, I decided to change a light switch. Angels of ministers of grace defend us. But I did it. It works and I didn’t blow the house up or electrocute myself. Bonus. Roughly 28 hours ‘til Harry Potter! *runs is happy puppy circle…falls down and goes to sleep*

Mim :hug Thankou for the fascinating glimpse inside your head. Strangely, I recognise some of the experiences you describe. Some first hand and others a close second hand through loved ones. (my mother being convinced that someone was crawling through the loft hatch at night and stealing the teaspoons, was one of the funnier ones. When she started taking the teaspoons to bed with her, it became surreal!) I'm glad you've got your own blog, Mim. You deserve it! :hug

Oh Mim that's terribly tragic and hysterical all at the same time! I felt both incredibly sad for your experiences and found myself laughing at this very humorous synopsis. Oh it's gotten better for you since you posted! I also hope you got through DEATHLY HALLOWS!! If so did you enjoy it? I started a thread on it under NOT IOAN'S.