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Post by Mouse on May 3, 2016 5:19:12 GMT
LOL at jumping parallel universes. Going to try applying your mantra this morning... if I get off my phone...
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Post by Mouse on May 3, 2016 5:08:08 GMT
Thanks Smogz for your advice, much appreciated! I think I will be going down private seller route, anyway. I have an aversion to narrower cars and hate not being able to flex my arms upwards/outwards at the elbow when sitting in traffic. I'm a fidgetty sitter. Most cars on forecourts will be out of my range. Trouble is I want garden to be sorted too otherwise I'd expand the budget☺ I won't go for finance even on impulse... too tight! And definitely would have a test drive as I have Ducks Disease - ie my bottom's near the ground (low slung bum) and many cars were uncomfortable with my short legs, when I last looked. Mind you expect cars have better drivers seat adaptability these days. Hells bells. Work.
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Post by Mouse on May 3, 2016 4:55:23 GMT
It took a similar amount of time to register my mum's birthday is at the end of April and not March... so I'd have annual panic in early April that I'd missed it followed by sigh of relief as my sister put me right. I wonder if she got used to my panicked call of despair ☺
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Post by Mouse on May 2, 2016 17:13:31 GMT
Commiserations on that from someone who often overlooks birthdays. Can't forget my Dad's tho' as it's the same day as mine. ☺
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Post by Mouse on May 2, 2016 11:18:28 GMT
day I am going to:
Dry the washing I did yesterday but left in the machine.
Hoover downstairs. Sweep and wash tiled floors. 20 minutes
Sort out miscellaneous clothes for charity shop. 20 mins
Go into study and file paperwork. One hour or 20 mins x 3
Wipe black mark off front door frame. 5 mins
Iron the one basket of ironing ... an hour? But watch catch up tv while doing it.
Take some pictures of and admire new raised beds in my garden... the work done yesterday almost wholly by the man who lives here ... I stood on the sleepers while he cut them and handed over tape measure, etc, as required Several more of them to be made. Also got to dig out an area to extend patio, dig out and widen path around the house with a sleeper wall to hold lawn back, new fence on one side to match the others. Path to lay from house to back gate. Paved area to side with 1 or 2 raised veg beds.
My house is a modest one which I bought because it was the one I could afford. There were compromises made.
It's tucked away and doesn't have a front garden - only a path leading to what looks like a candidate for the narrowest house. But it opens up when you're inside and has a large garden. More importantly, it has a high degree of privacy - which I didn't think I'd find. It's all down to the layout of the houses. So the compromise at the front is more than made up for once through the door. Great for the anti-social hermit side of me!
I also hate feeling 'watched' - it makes me want to retreat inside. I totally love this garden for that reason; my last one had lower fences and the risk of having to talk to neighbours when I wasn't in the mood to chat. I'd put earphones in (not connected to anything) to avoid chit-chat.
So this morning I have been counting my blessings and feel content and calm. However, that will all end tomorrow when I get in the car for work.
And still haven't sorted out a new car though. The thought of looking is paining me.
Had one foray to a dealer's forecourt. My dad went with me as he feels it is safer buying from a proper dealer. My budget won't stretch to that though, but I felt I must look and I love my dad and didn't want to hurt his feelings!
Anyway, we stepped inside and were approached by a lovely lady who asked what we were looking for. Dad explained we were 'looking for a car for my daughter' at which point she asked whether said daughter was looking for something small and youthful like an xyz (can't remember the name) but basically a model suitable for a twenty-youngthing who wanted a car she could park in her handbag! What I call a 'two front seats and six inch boot space'. I said 'actually it's for me'.
There was a fair degree of confusion / embarassment on her face as she realised I wasn't 'wife' but 'daughter' LOL until I thought, 'I'd better start using that youth cream'.
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Post by Mouse on May 2, 2016 8:45:46 GMT
LOL at looking for something, convinced (as in, swear on my life) it was in a a particular folder or box and finding it wasn't
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Post by Mouse on May 2, 2016 6:57:27 GMT
I've been having another experiment with my mind. Whenever I have a task to do, I either go at it so quickly that the job collapses with all my shortcuts, or else I procrastinate with fear because my mind is a jumble. This week, when I spot a job to be done, I have been saying to myself first "What knowledge do I have of this system" For some reason the statement seems to lead me into action which is more effective. Progress. Can I keep it up? I must try saying that with my housework and paperwork. Things have all gone to pot over the past three years.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 30, 2016 10:26:51 GMT
If paper works for you in respect of diary management contact details etc stick with it. Use the elecronic kit whe it helps you ...eg invoice production etc.
You don't have to do what everyone else does, I have found I am less stressed when I do my own thing! As long as I try to keep back ups of key info somewhere, just in case.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 30, 2016 9:08:08 GMT
You reply to posts but frequently go off at tangents☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 30, 2016 8:49:18 GMT
Autopilot mode can be a wonderful thing or a total bl**dy liability.
And the point at which you transition from autopilot to 'back on line' can be awkward, difficult, or dangerous.
For example, walking down sets of stairs doesn't cause issues for me unless autopilot switches off and then mind and body stumble together! It is like my mind realises 'oh hello, you're walking downstairs (what are you doing here?) - better take care' and then I'm in a state of wrongfooted-ness physically and mentally!
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Post by Mouse on Apr 30, 2016 8:27:58 GMT
...when you don't want to log into the forum until your name is half way along the top line of ' users online ' history list in case people think you are hyper focussed on this forum When you did 't realise there was a 'users on line' thingy. When you are trying to edit your post but keep tapping on the like button instead of the settings/function button...
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Post by Mouse on Apr 30, 2016 8:27:11 GMT
When you get a match to light a cigarette and put it between your lips and then pick up a lighter to light the match! He can light his own from now on. ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 30, 2016 8:08:41 GMT
On good days I feel like I'm half a step / half a moment behind behind everyone else. Not quite in sync in conversations or interactions. On bad days... well, I don't feel I'm on the same planet.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 24, 2016 18:35:42 GMT
When you've agreed to meet your sister at a garden centre and you set off without your phone. You realise when you go to text her to tell her you'll be near the Acers. You can't remember what her new car looks like. It's silver, but it seems like all the parked cars are silver.
You hang around for over half an hour walking around the place calling out her name every so often as you are a shorta*se and can't see heads/faces in neighbouring aisles. You ask at the tills if they have a tannoy system. They don't. You ask a couple of members of staff if they could look out for her!
You decide to go back home and are heading off when you see your sister walking towards the entrance. You toot the car horn urgently to catch her attention and then suspect you have caused a man putting plants in the boot of his car to hit his head.
When you catch up with your sister and explain you've been there a while and ask what kept her she explains she called into Tescos on the way because she figured she had 'plenty of time because you're always really late, you never arrive anywhere at the agreed time'.
That was me told.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 24, 2016 8:44:04 GMT
Go potty trying to decide what would be best way to vote but actually believe we are stuffed whichever way the vote goes.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 23, 2016 14:01:41 GMT
Go.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 23, 2016 13:40:22 GMT
When you make a list of jobs to get done today and you've only really done the ironing*... and now it's 2.30 and you're in your dressing gown because every time you went upstairs to get a pair of knickers you did something else instead. I feel like the Oozlum Bird... going round in ever-decreasing circles. At about 4.00 I anticipate a mini crisis along the lines of where did the day go??
* finished all four loads worth tho!
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Post by Mouse on Apr 22, 2016 16:53:02 GMT
The famous distracted Adhder saying, "Ooh, Shiny" and because someone, forgive me because I forget who, had a glitter ball for their avatar, and I loved it!
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Post by Mouse on Apr 21, 2016 20:25:50 GMT
A Glitterball ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 20, 2016 9:05:42 GMT
Yes! That'll be near the one selling 'Round Tuits' - I know them well Every town should have one. I bought pretty ones so I'd be inspired to use them as the bright red ones hadn't worked and are now boxed up in the garage
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Post by Mouse on Apr 20, 2016 5:28:40 GMT
I was sort of philosophical about having to get a new car but om Monday as I drove home I realised I had a real problem with the exhaust and Mabel isn't looking too good. As the car is a write-off there's nothing that can be done about it so until I new car I have to live with it. And I had to find my V5... and I couldn't find it, of course. And I was STRESSED as my paper mountain, all things paper in storage boxes, plastic wallets, piles, but not in any order, obviously, resulted in me picking up one piece at a time in a slow and controlled fashion after the second round of rifling through everything in a panicked, maniacal, I'm losing my marbles, 'I must have thrown it out' way. Which is unlikely as the paper mountain is proof I tend to keep all things paper (except newspapers and pizza flyers). I was in a hyperfocused state and oblivious to the passage of time and anything else until Kiki barked to let me know she needed a pee, urgently. I gave up and went on line to find out how to get a replacement. DVLA advises it takes 4 weeks by post, quicker by phone, but doesn't say how quick. After tea I went in the paper hole to finish looking, went to put a book back on the bookcase and put my hands on the V5. Must have put it there for safekeeping with my birth and marriage certificates. ? On a positive note I can now sit down and put my paperwork in the pretty files I bought for the purpose a few months ago.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 18, 2016 18:22:11 GMT
ShiveringSky... your recollection made me mad at the way you were treated. But also glad that showed 'em ☺ I have to say that if I met a particular one of my teachers at primary school now I'd like to be telling her a few things, getting it off my chest- actually, in reality she'd be in her 70s and what'd be the point! I'd be tempted though to say that we spent what felt like some considerable time on a project where we blew up a balloon, covered it with strips of glue-soaked paper and painted and decorated them. Well, I'm sure I would have produced something reasonable if I'd been able to blow up my balloon! Instead I spent my time fretting and wandering around with this ruddy flat piece of rubber in my hands. I think she only noticed me when I was crying otherwise I was invisible ? I still can't blow a balloon up.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 17, 2016 14:47:26 GMT
So maybe 'lazy' is sometimes apt. I still haven't managed to get dressed yet either, although I have been doing stuff, slowly. Prompted by a post by The Lady of the Wonderings... I'm a Leo, and when I'm trying to explain to NTs at work the issues caused by ADHD I wonder if they're thinking I'm unbearably self-centred and all 'Me, Me, Me'!! It won't stop me trying to get the message across though, even if I do get frustrated and cry, as I did on Thursday afternoon, after one of the most boring days at a really quiet office and being shown how to scan and mark up customer documents. I have to learn in my own way? In my experience my ADHD has got worse as I've progressed through the 'Mean-opause' - spelling to reflect its hatefulness - and why I cry more.
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Post by Mouse on Apr 17, 2016 14:09:22 GMT
Marian, Great a fresh perspective...and some time to re group my thoughts. Feeling much better today....today I have bought myself a car!!! Yes freedom again....time to go a wandering. Today life is lookingbetter.... Planetary alignment is very discombobulating at the moment making things tricky....but small steps and moving closer to something ahead Gratz on the car! That reminds me I want to DL a night sky app. It's the second time today that something has reminded me. Maybe I'll actually remember long enough that I'll still remember when I find my phone! Actually, writing that has made a pretty strong association between finding my phone and DLing the app . . . and omg - there is my phone! But the battery is flat and - oh there's a suitable cable here , yay! . . . and there are so many to choose from I have no idea. . . I have the Sundroid app on my phone and that shows the positions of the stars!☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 17, 2016 13:47:02 GMT
I've been really lazy about looking for a new car - my current one, Mabel III is 17 years old. Lazy as in avoiding the stress of finding a new one without picking a duff one. But yesterday I was in an accident, when a young lad made a mistake and slammed right into the side of me - so now I have to start looking, and not looking forward to it.
On the funny side... I was only a short distance from home and as my car seemed driveable I drove it back. Parking is a bit limited by us and I made several manouvers to get tight into a low wall so I wasn't blocking the way, taking very great care, as I did so, not to scrape the nearside. Then I got out and realised I really needn't have worried about scraping it as my car is written off anyway! ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 16, 2016 10:05:53 GMT
Finally at the age of 23 Ive managed to build up the courage to focus and get my drivers licence and I got to admit it is HELL. I find my concentration drifts away without noticing doing stupid careless shit like not stopping at a stop sign or loosing focus when doing an easy manouver like latteral displacement. I do not know how to make myself any more concious. Not to mention when there is an external motivator which makes it harder for me to drive in city., like a building that looks interesting or passangers talking (I want to scream SHUT UP!!! I REALLY NEED TO FOCUS AND YOUR CONVERSATION IS NOT HELPING!!!). So Latelly I feel its become such a threat that I have decided to stop using the car. Intil I have regained a bit of control but I fear Ill never trully be able to. When I started learning to drive at 17 I had 36 lessons and still didn't feel ready - I never had a sense of being in control. When I was 24 I wanted to drive. It was a different story - felt different, was different. I'm not saying there aren't days when I'd rather not drive. And I can look like a Sunday driver on a weekday. And I'm living proof most days on my drive home there really are people sitting at the stop sign (in my case a 'give way to oncoming traffic sign') waiting for it to turn red. But maybe it sometimes is a case of the time being right. You might be surprised. I hope so ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 16, 2016 9:27:01 GMT
Today I woke up earlyish for a Saturday (5.40) and went in the kitchen and got that tidied and cleaned. (My heart sank when I first looked at it..)I thought I'd give Flylady techniques a go again - even if only some of it sticks. I put the radio on for company and just got on with it. ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 15, 2016 14:09:05 GMT
Thank you for the explanation! ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 15, 2016 9:08:12 GMT
Going to display my ignorance of all things Sir Terry Pratchett... what was the regerence? LOL ☺
And thanks for liking the name - I took it from a reference to an area local to known as The Cock-a-Dobby Treacle Mines. No-one knows for sure why it acquired that name...tho I have my suspicions! ☺
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Post by Mouse on Apr 15, 2016 5:54:29 GMT
Treacle Mines describes my brain! I actually call my mind 'Brian' and after reading a post which mentioned 'brain mush' I've decided to give him a surname - henceforth my lovely brain is to be known as 'Brian Mush'
And come next year I will be adding letters after his name, to celebrate 10 years of diagnosis - PITA comes to mind as a first thought, but there will be others. I don't think it matters I have designated my brain as male even though I am female.
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