AD/HD: One of Those Weeks
I get the feeling I should have stayed in bed on Sunday and avoided this entire week. I don't know what was wrong, but I spent the better part of the week putting out fires. Open mouth, insert fanny. Ever have one of those weeks where you aren't looking for trouble but spend most of your time falling right into its lap? This may not be AD/HD's fault, however. It may be related to the other neurological troubles I have, but I can't really hide behind it whatever was the cause. "Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm not usually this much of a jerk. It's my disability." No, not the most comforting of sentiments. A Rapier Wit I won't bore you by detailing all the fires I singed my fanny on, but I can give you one example. My brother massforwarded a funny email to me and 43 of his closest friends. I let him know I didn't want that to happen again. Oh, I meant to be diplomatic, but he suggested in his reply that I could use some work on congenialit...