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April 30, 2005
Return of the Living Dead
Okay, so I'm finally starting to feel better. I'm sure that's a great comfort to my 2 readers. When I get sick it usually lasts for a day or two. This "cold" has hung on for over 2 weeks so I thought maybe it was a good idea to see my doctor. He helped as usual.
I love my doctor. He's gay which makes it much more comfortable to discuss issues that may pertain to my filthy li'l lifestyle. I first started seeing him when I moved to DC. He works right in Dupont Circle so it's very convenient. At the time, I was a poor college student with no insurance so he would not charge me whenever I went to him. Very cool.
I had just transferred to AU from RIT after switching my majors once again. I was beginning to feel I was having problems concentrating and that was causing me to switch majors every other semester (or maybe I'm just hard to please). When I first started college I was a liberal arts major, then I declared my major Film & Video, then I declared my major Criminal Justice, then I declared my major Psychology. I believe most people go for psychology degrees so they can get free therapy via school work and no one really has to know they are fucked up because it's disguised as a "class". I'm pretty sure that's why I went into it. I was also really good at it (which means I was really good at diagnosing my neurosis).
I had heard about this thing called Adult ADD and thought "hmmmm, this sounds like me!" Keep in mind this was in '93 when Adult ADD was rarely discussed. I went to my cool doctor and told him I thought I may have it. He said that I would need to see a psychiatrist and take a bunch of tests to get a real diagnosis. I knew I couldn't afford to do that so I just let it go (and continued to take classes, drop classes, etc). Anyway, I finally did graduate. I have no idea how but I did. 11 years later I went back to the same doctor and again suggested that maybe I have Adult ADD (because of work issues and because all those pharmaceutical commercials lured me into believing I had it). He said, "Well, you have seemed really scattered throughout the years." Gee, thanks. He prescribed me legal cocaine aka Ritalin. It seems to work when I really need it but I can't take it too often. It makes me really jittery and I start to mimic a sparrow's movements. They shake and their heads move very quickly every which way. Next time you see a sparrow, observe its movements and think of me on drugs.
Posted by durban bud at April 30, 2005 09:17 AM
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I am so glad that you are feeling better!! I get sad when you don't feel well. Might I borrow some Ritalin?
Posted by: Walker Walker Texas Ranger at May 2, 2005 12:27 PM
Ritalin...then a post on crystal meth via Green Day lyrics.
You just need a good spanking, boy, to keep your mind where it needs to be. =)
Glad to hear you are better.
Posted by: Chris. at May 3, 2005 05:31 AM
Good point. I think I would need to take about 10 Ritalins to mimic the effects of 1 bump of Tina. Not that I would EVER know that.
I'm very jealous of your Coachella excursion.
Posted by: durban at May 3, 2005 07:59 AM
Thank god you are better. I was so bored.
Posted by: rob at May 3, 2005 09:44 AM
Just take TJ's last post, delete all the major switching and replace it with 2 impractical majors & another dc college on a hill, mix with a huge dose of ADD (which was finally dignosed after filling out timesheets at work almost drove me over the edge...and still may) and then add a dash of concerta (legal cocaine in time release format) and you've got me... somedays i swear tj and i were separated at birth
Posted by: TOS at May 3, 2005 09:53 AM
you JUST started taking ritalin?? but you've *always* seemed like a bluejay on crack . . .
who knew?!
Posted by: t.todd at May 11, 2005 04:21 PM
Umm, at least I didn't sleep with Menudo.
I didn't 'just' start taking it. I take it occasionally when I need to focus (like when I'm working.... ahahahahahahahahahahahahaaha!).
Posted by: durban at May 11, 2005 04:23 PM