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March 10, 2018 at 2:40 am in reply to: Time distortion and working oneself to exhaustion normal with Adderall? #78657
Hey coringer, You may be going through the adderall drop off. That’s not a medical term, but there must be one that describes the phenomenon. If there isn’t a term there should be. We’re all different. I often loose track of time even with the adderall. I did it before adderall. That’s the way I worked before being diagnosed at 55,(58 now) so that habit is pretty much baked into my being. I still forget to eat sometimes or even go to the bathroom when I should. When I started the adderall, it was the 5 mg first and what I noticed right off was how sleepy I was all day. I could not help yawning all day and feeling draggish. I was nervously prepared to experience the kick in the pants because of the lore of the drug being use by students trying to cram an all- nighter for finals. It didn’t do that at all. Not even close. I was thinking there was something wrong because I felt less alert with it than without. My doctor said the all night stamina thing mainly effects neuro- typicals, who probably got theirs illegally. Well that was a relief knowing nothing was out of the ordinary? The thing is, at least for me, is there is an almost cruel drop off some time after it has burned off in the afternoon. I get a rebound of ADHD that seems much worse than it ever was pre diagnosis. So I go through the motions the best I can till I can go home. The late afternoon is not an optimum time to start something that’s involved where I need to buckle down and be precise. Everything changes. It’s just not gonna happen because it will become an exercise in futility and overwhelm, because I know I can do it well, just not then. So frustrating as if I suddenly became stupid or something. But yeah, I am pretty drained after. I tell you what though, It feels like the happiest day ever each time I’m done with being on top of things and going home. By then there are about 58 channels all going at the same time in there and have zero guilt from it. Such a relief doing me again it’s sort of makes me mildly energized. A second wind for the day perhaps. Just like when I got off the bus after school for 12 years. Yahooo! You should level off after being on it some time. Your doc will most likely bump you up when you are tolerating the current dose. It takes time.
good luck 🙂
Last week it took all day to finally get to that cup of coffee I heated up in the microwave. I turn it on…1 minute and 6 seconds makes it hot but not hurting hot. Mmmmm coffee. During that time I got on with what I was doing and forgot I wanted coffee. Later that same day~…I go to heat up a sandwich and rediscover that cup still there (slaps forehead). So I run it through again because I mean it this time. Yep wandered off and lost out again. More later that same day~…I’m wicked hungry now so I go to heat up something to eat and see that same coffee still in there, and the sandwich I was going to have earlier right beside the oven on the counter. This time I made it a point to watch every second tick by until the ding. Boy that was a loooong wait, a whole 66 seconds but I got that coffee finally. Since I now had 2 sandwiches ready to go I stuck them both in same time and sat sipping my coffee and watched the sandwiches go in circles until the ding. I offered the newer warm sandwich to wifey and she was so tickled to get that (without asking for it first) like I read her mind. And I was like, “I was thinking of you when I did it” or something to that effect. In the end I became a coincidental mind reader and enjoyed the kudos for it.
I constantly think about not getting hurt. I tend to get injured in some way darn near every other day. It’s routine for me. Even as a kid. The simplest and straight forward task can bring blood or a giant bruise. Often not even noticed until I see evidence on the floor or someone tells me. I carry around boxes of bandaids in everything I have with me. In my vehicle, all my packs, the bike, lunch box, etc. Mostly the big 2″x3″ type. Gauze, tape, super glue, Israeli bandages,even a cat tourniquet like the military uses. Haven’t had to break that out yet. Lots of money spent for the probability of tragedy. All this causes me to try to be to a fault ,overly careful doing anything. Sometimes it makes me back away from something because I can see the ugly picture of a typical accident by trying. Many times not. Lots of broken bones and scars abound in my 58 years here. Since my diagnosis about 3 yrs ago I learned some of us can be accident prone and klutzy. Hmm, go figure… Honestly, some of these “wrecks” aren’t really all my fault but there I am, getting banged up anyway. Like when my son’s Great Dane ran head-on into the front of my bike and crashed me into the ground. What kind of any animal does that? Not much blood, but a bushel of black n blues and grass stains. Did not see that one coming. Every time I had a DR appt. the doc’s assistant takes vitals and stuff before he comes in and they will ask if I have fallen since the last time I was there. And I’m like, “Why what have you heard”? Come to find out its just a question they ask all patients to check if any medications are causing dizziness that results in a tumble. Makes sense. Anyway, with all the medical stuff at my disposal I maybe could be a asset to disaster relief other than me someday. I think about that too.
December 15, 2017 at 4:06 pm in reply to: ADD and redundant/lengthy explanations drive me crazy! Anyone else? #70792
- This reply was modified 3 years, 9 months ago by tenpins. Reason: spelling
Yes it does! It could be that if the person talking doesn’t see you “taking heed” of their words right then and there they assume you aren’t listening well. So how do we make the other person know if we are listening? How do we show it? Because I always thought that is done inside our heads via our ears. A reaction perhaps? Lengthy explanations are torture to get through. Paying attention and trying to carefully understand whats being said because its important… is like getting my brain all dressed up to go nowhere if all I got was the same thing I already had, and not worth the struggle it took to prepare. It’s hard enough as it is.
After a while it comes off sounding like they are harping, which can initiate “the shutdown procedure”. But that is just me.
I am 57, will be 58 next month. I was diagnosed adhd (and other stuff) 3 yrs ago. I do home repair jobs for folks where my tools and stuff get hauled out to use. Some of them I can’t seem to find before leaving after I’m done. I usually get them back when they call me to inform me they found one of my belongings I forgot. Sometimes it’s news to me if I haven’t had a need to use the item since then. I have become aware that the medication wears off in the afternoon but a lot of the time it catches me by surprise while I’m working. One evening I misplaced an important tool at their home. I called them to say they might stumble onto it and they couldn’t see it anywhere. They really canvassed the entire home. It was my cordless drill that is part of a set using the same batteries so, it meant I was also down 1 battery. I looked everywhere at home and every place I could have been, even places I was was sure I hadn’t been. It made me crazy and really upset with myself this time. The tool wasn’t a cheap one either, and I cant just go out and buy another so I got by with an old beater drill until I could solve this mystery. I thought I had really done it this time. It was gone. I went through the usual grieving and kicking myself for that. This was over a year ago. After going through that day in my mind over and over for weeks it hit me that I may have somehow left it where it was covered up by sheet rock inside a hollow place in their wall. I couldn’t expect these folks would be OK with ripping their wall open to see so I didn’t ask. I thought “that’s what I get for being an airhead at times”. That it’s a par for the course for being special so I let it go finally. Fast forward to a week ago these same people had to replace their water heater. It was on the other side of that same wall where I suspected the tool was. The home owner has an inspection scope with an LED viewing screen and we got ready to drill a small hole to put the probe in to look. The anticipation was not unlike Geraldo on TV busting a hole in a basement wall hoping to find Al Capone’s secret treasure stash. The cavity hadn’t seen light for a year so when the probe panned around it looked like those murky videos of the Titanic, and then it came into view. Hah! I knew it was there all along….not! Everyone was excited to see the mystery of the missing Dewalt finally solved. I must try to be extra vigilant in those fuzzy hours when the meds drop me like a hot potato and get all loopy. Or just stop before something ridiculous happens. That would be much easier.