TheFlopster

My boyfriend in his 40s finally got diagnosed with ADHD by a psychologist after suffering his whole life. The psychologist recommended stimulant medication.

Now he’s talking to a nurse, and has been prescribed a few different drugs that have helped some with his anxiety (gabapentin, zyprexa, the occasional xanax), but she refuses to prescribe a stimulant to address the ADHD because “it might make his anxiety worse”.

Why the fuck do you think he has anxiety? Could it be because he has had unmedicated ADHD for DECADES, and every time he tries to concentrate to complete a task, he can’t? And every time he tries to not dwell on bad thoughts and bad memories, he can’t make himself think about anything else, so he spirals downward? Because his ADHD is unmedicated? Jesus Christ.

Sorry for the long rant. We’ve been seeing her for a few months, but I’m losing hope that the actual problem is ever going to be addressed.

TL;DR: I wish I could get my bf into the category of “older person with ADHD taking stimulants”.

I’m honored!

I bought a reusable tote for like $3 in the section at the front of Target where they stick all the cheap stuff. It looks like it’s made of woven burlap. It says “Going to Market” on the sides. It’s shorter than the standard reusable tote, but a reasonable width.

I bought it on a whim and thought it would sit in my trunk after I forgot about it. I use it all the time, and I’ve gotten a ton of compliments on it at checkouts of various stores.

The movie Castaway. This gif is sped up, which is making it more comedic looking then it was intended.

The number of people who are “knitting” in a movie or on TV…maybe 40% of them are actually doing it, and that’s a high estimate (shout out to Miss Marple!). The rest appear to be wrapping yarn around one of the needles and then moving it vigorously, lol.

Nope. Yawns are only covered if at work, or somewhere with a fancy dress code. Definitely not when alone.

It’s, uh, boll. Boll weevil. So you learned two things!

While we’re on animals, every time I hear the word mongoose I picture some kind of platypus-like creature. Like, a half goose, half weasel or something. And that’s not what it is at all.