Thursday, August 11, 2011

A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

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A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder
For a number of years now I have known there is something not quite right about me. It has been hard to put my finger on it. Things are not right inside of me. With each month and then year, I have noticed a progressive and worsening problem from within.

It is the strangest sensation. It is unnerving to say the least. Not only are my actions kind of weird, so are my reactions when I see something, read something or do something. I have the deep feeling that I have been here before, or read something just a short time ago – or worse yet when I am writing… I look up and the paragraph before has the same words that I just wrote in this paragraph I am writing.

Thank God for the ability to proof read what I write.

Something is happening inside of my brain – or maybe my whole body.

My sister-in-law just helped me greatly. She forwarded an email to me yesterday. I am re-publishing this for you to read. It helped me to see clearly what is happening to me – ALL THE TIME. But one thing about this short and clear bit of information… there is no author shown. I may have written it – or passed it on before… but I can’t remember.

Thankfully – most of the folk that read and re-read this Blog have similar problems to mine. It is called A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

Here is the whole story…

Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder.

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage,
I notice mail on the porch table that
I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table,
Put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
And notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back
On the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think,
Since I'm going to be near the mailbox
When I take out the garbage anyway,
I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my cheque book off the table,
And see that there is only one cheque left.

My extra cheques are in my desk in the study,
So I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my cheques,
But first I need to push the Coke aside
So that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The Coke is getting warm,
And I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke,
A vase of flowers on the counter
Catches my eye--they need water.

I put the Coke on the counter and
Discover my reading glasses that
I've been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk,
But first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter,
Fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.
Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
I'll be looking for the remote,

But I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table,
So I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
But first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers,
But quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table,
Get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to
Remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:

The car isn't washed

The bills aren't paid
There is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter

The flowers don't have enough water,

There is still only 1 cheque in my cheque book,

I can't find the remote,

I can't find my glasses,

And I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,
And I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem,
And I'll try to get some help for it,
But first I'll check my e-mail....

Do me a favor.
Forward this message to everyone you know,
Because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!

~ Murray Lincoln ~ 

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