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Life with ADHD

12:30 pm - I get up from my home office desk and walk to the kitchen.  I open the refrigerator door and realize I don't need food or drink.  I survey all the flat surfaces in the kitchen and cannot remember what I was supposed to take back to my desk.  

1:00 pm - I am having trouble focusing on work, so I get up from my desk and head towards the kitchen where I keep my medications.  When I get to the kitchen, I survey the counters and table.  I open the fridge.  I open the cabinet where the snacks are kept.  I am not hungry or thirsty and cannot remember why I came into the kitchen.

1:15 - I can't focus on my work.  I realize I need to take my Adderall (helps those of us with ADHD focus). Remembering my last two trips to the kitchen, I burst out laughing (I may have scared the cats). I get up from my chair, repeating "Adderall, Adderall, Adderall. . ." all the way to kitchen.  I take my Adderall and return to work.  

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