A Splintered Mind

My latest blog about being an ADHD dad at ADDitude Magazine went up a few weeks ago. In it I wrote about how much trouble blurting things almost got me into at a school conference. Oh, it's just too embarrassing to write about again. You can read all about the Case of the Sudden Wedding Ring and how eloquent I sound with a foot in my mouth over at the Family Guy . (Just FYI. I choose titles for my blogs, but the editor always come up with his own titles. So, to avoid an inverse black hole of SEO chicanery, I'll be referring to the blogs over at ADDitude Magazine by my titles. You know, just in case you were confused or something. Clear? No? kthxbye!)

I am constantly amazed by my own stubbornness. I am even stubborn in the face of facts. What are facts, after all, to goals and wishful thinking? Fah! I spit upon them! People tried to tell me that the surgery I underwent on my elbow last Thursday was a big deal. They tried to explain things to me. I'm sure I even listened. However, all that stuck in my head was “This is no big deal.” I mean, I've had moles removed before. This was just a bursa that developed under my skin due to that car accident I was in last year. It was growing and interfering with arm movement, and painful and unsightly to be sure, but they'll just nick it out and zip it shut! No big deal. The first clue that things were not quite as simple as I had imagined was when they wheeled me into the operating room and I saw all the personnel on standby. “Hmm, this is going to be more complicated than a mole removal,” I thought to myself. Then, even after it took me five hours before I was ambulatory and able ...