Post by Bee on Aug 5, 2016 1:59:16 GMT
Well, now that I'm back on my own diary entry jobbie (apologies Babble)...
I had a massage today, a small girl named Jess did it. She is small, but my goodness she is mighty! My poor muscles are still screaming!
Anyway. So, Jess is doing my massage. I'm lying face down on one of those beds, the ones with the hole in the head area so you dont suffocate.. I've got my face wedged in there whilst she's digging elbows in to my shoulders. It hurts. We're trying to have a conversation, but I keep interrupting with a yelp or similar.
The conversation gets onto driving.
I don't drive. I CAN drive, in that I have the knowledge; I can make the car go forward and I can make it stop. I had some lessons and my teacher said I was a quick learner! Right up until I was paying no attention and tried to drive us into someone on a roundabout. I didn't even notice the car. I decided then that perhaps driving is not for me at this point in my life. So I stopped my lessons and haven't had one since. I WILL do it, just not until I have learned (or have help from meds) to get my attention focused.
She tells me she had to give up because she kept failing. She tells me (in a fairly fast tempo) that on her test she went through a red light and nearly ran someone over and she really was trying her best but she just can't pay attention to that many things or sometimes she's trying to pay attention to ALL the things and what that person over there with the shopping bags is doing..
^ please notice the lack of punctuation in that paragraph. Small But Mighty Jess speaks so much faster than most people and has trouble with attention.
I ask her "Have you ever been assessed for ADHD?"
And bam. She's echoing my issues and my life and she's addicted to coke - no not that one, Cola. She zones out, she can't sit still to watch a film; it takes too much effort to remember to continue paying attention to the plot and what people are saying. She tries but her brain just goes off.
When she was young her mother was asked by a nurse whether she was concerned about Jess' level of hyperactivity - apparantely Jess' Mum wishes she'd said yes!
40 minutes of pain (it'll be bloody worth it if my shoulders stop seizing up!) and a conversation that probably should have taken a couple of hours.
Jess says she's going to speak to her GP about being assessed for ADHD.
I'll remind her next month
I had a massage today, a small girl named Jess did it. She is small, but my goodness she is mighty! My poor muscles are still screaming!
Anyway. So, Jess is doing my massage. I'm lying face down on one of those beds, the ones with the hole in the head area so you dont suffocate.. I've got my face wedged in there whilst she's digging elbows in to my shoulders. It hurts. We're trying to have a conversation, but I keep interrupting with a yelp or similar.
The conversation gets onto driving.
I don't drive. I CAN drive, in that I have the knowledge; I can make the car go forward and I can make it stop. I had some lessons and my teacher said I was a quick learner! Right up until I was paying no attention and tried to drive us into someone on a roundabout. I didn't even notice the car. I decided then that perhaps driving is not for me at this point in my life. So I stopped my lessons and haven't had one since. I WILL do it, just not until I have learned (or have help from meds) to get my attention focused.
She tells me she had to give up because she kept failing. She tells me (in a fairly fast tempo) that on her test she went through a red light and nearly ran someone over and she really was trying her best but she just can't pay attention to that many things or sometimes she's trying to pay attention to ALL the things and what that person over there with the shopping bags is doing..
^ please notice the lack of punctuation in that paragraph. Small But Mighty Jess speaks so much faster than most people and has trouble with attention.
I ask her "Have you ever been assessed for ADHD?"
And bam. She's echoing my issues and my life and she's addicted to coke - no not that one, Cola. She zones out, she can't sit still to watch a film; it takes too much effort to remember to continue paying attention to the plot and what people are saying. She tries but her brain just goes off.
When she was young her mother was asked by a nurse whether she was concerned about Jess' level of hyperactivity - apparantely Jess' Mum wishes she'd said yes!
40 minutes of pain (it'll be bloody worth it if my shoulders stop seizing up!) and a conversation that probably should have taken a couple of hours.
Jess says she's going to speak to her GP about being assessed for ADHD.
I'll remind her next month