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Post by Mouse on Aug 17, 2017 22:12:29 GMT
I was hopeful too, but am not finding any marvellous improvements. Although I understood there were not unlikely to be any 'miracles' I didn't expect to feel so depressed by the outcome. Wish it were different... am on Elvanse.
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Post by Mouse on May 12, 2017 6:02:46 GMT
five years is a ridiculous length of time to have to wait to be seen on the NHS...but as to whether it is common I don't know. I am tempted to add to my list of undone projects carrying out a survey by area to find out.
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Post by Mouse on May 10, 2017 13:14:40 GMT
I've written many times before, that even just knowing you have adhd is a start because it can teduce the sheer amount of time spent wondering why on earth you did, or said, something! Which might help if prone to low self esteem, as I am. A sense of huour is a bloody great help too!
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Post by Mouse on May 10, 2017 11:10:05 GMT
When you realise you have badly scuffed the front ends of your smart new shoes because of the constant fidgeting when seated at your desk... and you fidget because you have adhd and cant bear the feeling of enclosed itchy toes. However you have to wear them because it's an office!
(Been trying to smarten up my apoearance in general...doomed!!)
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Post by Mouse on May 10, 2017 11:00:27 GMT
Yesterday I was prescribed Elvanse. Took first one rather late in the day at 2.50 pm. Oops. knackered first thing this morning as didn't sleep until gone 3.00am I felt calmer overall, I think. And that is the problem ... I just don't know whether I'm imagining it or not. My partner says to not think about it but just go with it. I didn't get wound up or snotty in the way I usually do yesterday, in the evening, so will assume it is working. Of course it could be because I had the day off and didn't have the frustrations of work. I will have to be back at work to know for sure. Trying to remain positive though.
I had severe emotional overwhelm at the end of my working day on Monday and had to get away from my desk. And with the office move/reorganisation which took place on Monday working conditions are even more adhd unfriendly/unkind than you could make them if you tried. I had been sitting there feeling it was all futile and my head just blew a fuse. Contemplating becoming a rat and fleeing the sinking ship!
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Post by Mouse on Apr 24, 2017 18:33:14 GMT
Hi. It probably/possibly is a mixture of depression and adhd that you are experiencing. I go through phases of not caring at work - especially when it's all getting too much. I think this is because if I allowed myself to care I'd be even more stressed and depressed!
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Post by Mouse on Apr 22, 2017 15:25:01 GMT
I appreciate all has been sorted - or 'girly chatted' ... but I was thinking it would be good to have a network of 'girly chatters' even though I don't think I'm particularly girly myself!
Sometimes you really need female ADHD view input... when you know non-ADHD input won't cut the mustard!
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Post by Mouse on Apr 21, 2017 13:24:46 GMT
My mum and dad were supportive, but that's them. My dad said he thought he very likely had adhd but was not going to confirm as at his time of life he didnt feel the need to! And based on my mum's moments (and stories about her mum) I feel I've probably had a double whammy of it !! I've always been the butt of the family jokes due to my mishaps and misunderstandings... but never cruelly or unkindly so. So I have been lucky. I was diagnosed privately 10 years ago and NHS dx last year. Meds appt in May.
If ever parents are uncooperative it may be they are having to do some hard thinking. They may be resistant as well if the matter of heredity raises its head! Some parents feel guilty. And then again some just don't want to hear it or contemplate it and are not open to discussion or receptive.
Luckily we have the forum and others who understand.
(sorry for ramble)
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Post by Mouse on Dec 17, 2016 12:34:26 GMT
I am the same regards 'C'... I just can't get it together. My sister came over to help me decorate the sitting room because I'm depressed about it all. I bought some cards yesterday and I will be shopping this week - though shopping is like torture.
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Post by Mouse on Dec 7, 2016 7:12:25 GMT
I did sort out a solicitor for my divorce and started the process. He read the paperwork that I couldn't bear reading.
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Post by Mouse on Dec 7, 2016 7:10:39 GMT
Okay.. so slimming world was a failure ... not my cup of tea at all. I'm no further on with my divorce. Spent lots of money this year. Walked 5.3 miles a couple of weekends ago in knackered trainers and got blisters (had estimated distance as about half mile there, same again back. On the positive side I have appt with psychiatrist for meds on Friday. Only taken me months to get new GP sorted. Well I think this is sorted...
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Post by Mouse on Aug 16, 2016 12:01:50 GMT
When you keep buying dvds you already own. If I don't have to go out this definitely applies. I find it hard to believe I am related to my mum and my sister who would never forget.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 16, 2016 11:56:25 GMT
When you go to collect your pizza order and you pay, put receipt and change in bag and head towards the door forgetting to wait for the pizzas to be handed over... wonder if they noticed.
And when you keep pressing 'like' on your own post instead of 'settings' to edit your post.
The repetition of stoopidity can be so boringly tiresome!
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Post by Mouse on Aug 16, 2016 11:51:05 GMT
Haven't been on here as very down at the moment. I believe that I will probably be made redundant or is it start the consultation process in October ... confuzled as we have had meetings which tell us precisely eff all. Currently on annual leave supposed to be laying patio but work stopped as appears there may be an issue with the paving slabs... and they weren't cheap ones either... so fed up by that. My garden looks like a building site and I can't bear to open the envelopes with the divorce paperwork in them. My plans for last week and this shot to pieces. I'm on two werks annual leave. I'd like to hibernate but can't! And can't think either. So am a real bundle of happiness..QDL (quiet desperate laugh) such first world problems. I know I am a very lucky person for these being my only issues. Glad I put this in writing. Sense of perspective returning.
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Post by Mouse on Jul 1, 2016 11:32:13 GMT
Truly, you do so well achieving what you achieve. I can't do that with just one untidy man and a dog! I try not to hate myself but I hate the state of the house quite often. And my work, is away from the house so I can switch off... but when I walk the dog I get away from it all.Tho even I still end up scooping poop!
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Post by Mouse on Jun 20, 2016 11:17:40 GMT
I've always liked Pogles Wood - after the childrens TV series of many moons ago.
Actually, I even like 'Many Moons Ago'!
Firedrake House is good !
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Post by Mouse on Jun 10, 2016 9:34:08 GMT
I'm sure your tiredness and added responsibilities are all contributing to making life harder for you.
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Post by Mouse on Jun 10, 2016 9:31:33 GMT
You are not irksome and never have been I find your posts lovely! I will be sorry not read more but understand your reasons for saying goodbye. Hope you will be back even if to pop in and say 'hello'. (I'm an intermittent poster myself). Best wishes, Mouse.
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Post by Mouse on Jun 6, 2016 5:09:31 GMT
Going to weight watchers tonight - not been to a slimming club for years. Hopefully it will provide a further external nudge. Brian is v v fuzzy today - absolutely not looking forward to work. I so need a change but am rudderless, career-wise and afraid of making the wrong move. Also thwarted on the application filling front as discovered I cannot open Word on my laptop... so that biggered up my plans for making a start on breaking free I could have cried when I realised but hey ho. Time for a new laptop maybe.
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Post by Mouse on Jun 5, 2016 19:43:42 GMT
I just realised that I haven't eaten today. Not a single calorie. Except for some weak ribena drinks. Been relatively active as well.I don't like hot weather. I like it warm-ish but not hot. And in keeping with my reddish brown hair I have a nose to match. Oops.
Small result re hair: My mum said it looked like I'd had blonde highlights.
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Post by Mouse on Jun 5, 2016 10:41:07 GMT
Thank you will ask them...tjo I have to find d licence anyway. 225 this morning. Going the right way... Exercise - will be gardening, decorating, walking and if get bike out - cycling. Have pepped up hair with wash in colour...had grey highlights.
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Post by Mouse on Jun 2, 2016 5:41:43 GMT
I'm so fed up. I cant find my drivers licence which I need to sign on at new gp surgery. I don't have a passport. I feel hacked off and thwarted at every chuffing turn by myself.
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Post by Mouse on May 30, 2016 9:02:19 GMT
Crikey - I'd have gone under I'm sure, with all that workload and your other responsibilities! Congratulations on being a SuperWoman WonderStar !! Can I ask, what / who is a co-wife? I often think I'm not very worldly, and this is one of those times.
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Post by Mouse on May 26, 2016 6:55:32 GMT
Thank you V&R. Last day of work today but busy day tomz! I worry about money all the time, so I'm tighter than a fish's backside but I have to admit my garden is starting to look lovely, really lovely! I'll be mostly propagating my plants to mitigate the costs Speaking of pounds. Weight. 227. EEK. 16st 3lb in the all together. Well, its out there now. Time to shift it.
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Post by Mouse on May 26, 2016 6:32:29 GMT
Mine at work doesn't wheel freely. When I get up I push it back quite far. I've thrown my not inconsiderable weight forward expecting the chair to move closer to my desk and found us parting company... and then looking around to check if anyone noticed. I treat it like a standard chair now. It still swivels tho - but things can get messy when you forget you're wearing your headset.
Our chairs are reaching the age now where they're all heading west but budget cuts likely means we're stuck with them. A colleagues chair has worn through and it's just foam at the front. And I thought I was a fidget-arse.
I'm a touch health and safety minded so am waiting for the awful moment a jaw gets cracked on a desk edge.
My chair's labelled as I'm mostly used by now to its idiosyncracies. Like chair, like owner.
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Post by Mouse on May 26, 2016 6:23:08 GMT
I love your post. And you can't post too much ! I never cease to be amazed at the ability to 'lose' things which are in our hands or on our heads - even more at the realisation we haven't thought 'ok, next time this happens I'm going to look at my hands or check I'm not wearing my glasses'. The ridulous thing is that I am SO shortsighted I can't see a thing without my glasses. I cannot function. So that's even worse. I open up my glasses case to get out my contact lenses holder and go into immediate panic mode because my glasses aren't there too This happens when I am having extra stressful times. But I still don't learn.
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Post by Mouse on May 25, 2016 6:26:42 GMT
Went to work with low expectations and the day went. I just stuck to phone calls and tried not to say things out loud. On Monday I spoke to someone as fed up with things as me. So I'm not alone, in that respect.
I'm a right muddler about my hours. Forgot I am on late shift today and tomorrow. Yaaay! But typically, having a skewed sense of time and crap mental diary-keeping, I still didn't twig it was today and tomorrow when the person I swapped with was reminding me me yesterday afternoon. That's what comes of having multiple thoughts intruding all the ruddy time.
Technically, there's no reason I couldn't do my job from home. If only...
I have Friday off + BH Monday and Tuesday. So another 'Yaaay'!! Friday I will be the dogsbody as we are putting up a new fence.
I have never been bothered about going away for my holidays. I just like being at home. Colleagues come back with a tan and holiday tales...and I feel slightly abnormal.
My fat is holding me back but I fail to take charge of it. It feels like such a long and hard job. But I know that's because I'm not boxing clever.
I might go mad and post my weight on here and then post it weekly.
My complaint all the time is that I have nothing to wear. At the end of July I have a posh dress event to go to. As soon as it was announced my sister texted me saying she'd take me clothes shopping - she wrote 'because you're always saying you have nothing to wear' and to avoid the distress. She's lovely. Wish I hadn't bought thst Tiramisu pudding. Wish even more I hadn't eaten some of it. I hate myself.
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Post by Mouse on May 24, 2016 5:36:35 GMT
I was going to post this in the thread about stalled careers. Stalled?? LOL (not). T
Stalled implies take-off has occurred. I've only experienced a complete lack of direction, in any direction, since the 'career' word first slapped me on the chops at school. There's been no plan. No burning desire. No real confidence I could be a success at anything.
Current situation - my job which used to be straightforward has turned into a messy, bitty, chaotic thing of many parts over which I have no autonomy - so I cannot organise my own time to get the work done or to even make it near achievable and I am feeling sick.
Chopping and changing tasks at no or little notice without the slightest element of control over my work is draining. Things get left undone or overlooked. My once lovely-ish job is now my nightmare. I have zero sense of achievement. But there are no accommodations. No glimmer of hope. The business needs don't allow it.
I dread my journey in. I look forward to escape. But can't think when I get home as Brian is too tired - can't just relax and be.
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Post by Mouse on May 23, 2016 18:12:53 GMT
Babble, Last night's wasn't... Halfway up a hillside in the middle of nowhere, my daughter's dog got hurt and I couldn't both help the dog and fix the radio to call the vet in Canada to get help, eventually it became too late for the dog A binman came along and took the dog off me, as he did he said "look me in the eye" I did, he was big with a gentle face and I said thank you. Obvious there's a message in there that I can't do everything myself and do sometimes need help, Who was the binman? One of my alter egos? A bigger more gentle me? Someone else? Maybe the binman was the dog.
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Post by Mouse on May 23, 2016 5:34:26 GMT
Do you know, it sounds like she is a great wife and mother. And that she is way to hard on herself. She sounds resiliant too. A diagnosis is a private matter - she doesn't have to tell the world - or anyone. And there's other support, not just meds. Help with self esteem issues and cbt for example. And she has you support too. She might want to avoid the toxic 'friend' tho.
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