Never underestimate those with ADD/ADHD. We’re not slow to catch on, we’re just so quick that we’ve finished 3-4 full thoughts to your one, and now we have to loop back
This week I’ve shared just a glimpse of what its like when in its high gear for me with my FB statuses. Its exhausting!! Not just the thought tripping, but trying to control it too. If its distracting to you while we’re trying to publically keep it to a soft roar, take a moment and imagine what its like for us….just a thought…..take it in…..
On review, I realize not everyone reads my Facebook, so here are a couple of examples from this week
May 15 at 6:55pm ·
May be right….I may be crazy…AND since I have a little extra on sale today and today only at promotion participating locations! Additional taxes and fees may apply….for that special job you’ve always wanted…..
Thursday at 7:48am ·
The moment you realize you’re so far gone that even the flying monkeys can’t save you or take you home. Then you think ‘WTH, What’s the worst that could happen?’
Thursday at 12:28pm ·
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the RC Cola and a moon Bye Bye miss American Pie
The day the squirrel went bezerk in the First South Gospel Here is the church and this is the steeple open the just three doors down they’re laughing and drinking and having a party…..just three doors down they’re not aware that I’m around…..
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When I was a child, I never questioned that my Mom would be there for me when I needed her. When I was hurt, she’d make it better. When I was happy, she’d listen and join in with my giggles, and when I was sick, she’d nurse me back to health. The hours I spent with my head in her lap, her stroking my hair as I lay on the church pew while Dad preached were times I felt special. She knew exactly the precise touch that let her fingers slide effortlessly through my long hair and trailed her fingers lightly down my back. If someone would’ve told me then that as a 43year-old woman, I would literally cry and yearn for her, I would’ve thought you crazy.
Yet, here on the Eve of 14th anniversary of my Mom’s passing, that is where my thoughts are. As the years have passed, and I lose the little memories of the everyday things about her, I’ve come to realize what my special memories are and what made her special to me.
It really came early, fast, and hard these thoughts and memories of her. I’ve missed her and yearned for her so badly over the last two and a half month’s that I’ve cried…wait no….wept for her. This last clotting experience has hit me hard both physically and mentally. Like the child I was….’I want my Mommy!’
See, it’s not just because of being sick or because I’m being childish that I want her, its because of her strength, her courage, her knowledge, and her experience of dealing with and living daily with this disease. I want someone who understands the mental and physical aspects of this better than I do. I want to let her know that I now get why we never saw her cry, be frustrated, and just be plain angry at the blood disorder ‘that shall not be ‘named’ and that I so do it too. But I would also ask who was with you when you’d been so strong for quite sometime, but had that occasion day where everything hurt and your brain was tired and your legs wouldn’t cooperate and all you wanted to scream ’WHY?WHY ME???’ When the doctors themselves were clueless as there was no information wide spread at that time. Who was there for you besides Dad? What did you tell Dad as he hovered around concerned and worried that would put his mind at ease and that everything was fine, even if it wasn’t just because you didn’t want to see him that way? Why did you wait so long? To the point that Dad literally had to carry you to the car to get you to the ER as you had no strength of your own.
Then I’d have to thank you for the last lesson you taught me…not to do what you did by shaking it off and not getting it checked out earlier when everything was available to you. You worked for a physician, your husband was the hospital chaplain, and your youngest daughter worked in the hospital laboratory. Everything was available and less than 10 miles away.
Because of what you didn’t do, I did the exact opposite. Yes, I knew I had bilateral DVTs, and that they wouldn’t show up in an ultrasound just then, but never dreamed I had also thrown a saddle clot. The similarities in our instances has not gone unnoticed to me. Yet, I’m still here. I’m still trying to come to grips with it. I made it through….next time…no guarantees.
So, yes, this 43 year-old woman is missing her mother in a very bad way this evening, but am reliving memories of singing in the car, taking you to lunch once a week as my treat just so I could have you to myself. Christmas spent sleeping around the tree as you couldn’t take the stairs, just to name a few. We definitely had moments where we didn’t like each other much, but we still loved each other and that’s all that really matters in the end.
I love you and I miss you! ♡♥
Saw the video of this little girl during a rough day last week and though of you. Which brought me brief happiness between the two.. ッ
So many people knew and loved Mrs. A, General Judi, Judi, Mom…and so many other titles. Let’s celebrate her by sharing memories, anecdotes, reflections, etc with each other and passing them on
Today was one of those ‘Wow! I’ve changed!’ days. This last episode of blood clots really has changed my perspective and attitude regarding how I deal with things. Today was a day of disgruntled clients, IT/computer issues (my lifeline for getting my job completed), bickering coworkers, and more. Previously this would have driven me into complete and overdrive bitchiness in which I would follow suit with griping, complaining, and thinking everything was out to get me. This time was different. When the tensions and stresses mounted, I did exactly what I resolved to do with my New Years resolution. I breathed in….then I breathed out…and repeated…. By taking on one issue at a time in order of importance, I started working through them. I actually looked at the problem…not one sidedly, but from different perspectives. While with the clients, I listened, not just heard, but really listened to what was being said. What I learned was that by taken a little bit of extra time, I could almost actually see what could be done and was able to honestly say I would do my best to do what would satisfy the situation. It wasn’t just lip service, I actually meant it moreso than I have in the past. We all are guilty of ‘yes’ing people. Its done for so many different reasons and we do it so out of routine that we may not even be aware of it. Today…..I realized it. Today….I learned it. Today….I changed it! Take a moment to… Breathe in… Breathe out…. Repeat!!!
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