A Day In The Life Of An ADHD’er

This is a true story. And this is with medication.

Me today. Me every day. This is what living with ADHD is like. It’s much more than, “I walked into a room and forgot what I went there for.” Photo by BillionPhotos.com on Adobe Stock.

I didn’t even plan to write this story. But as tonight has turned into a shitshow, I thought I had to write about it before I turn the page to another distraction.

Now that I have a gig job where I work up to eleven hours a day on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, time is more precious than ever. I can’t possibly write on those days.

So my weekend begins on Sunday nights, just when everyone else is winding down. The hookup apps go black. Damn! But still, I stay up late; god knows what I do. Certainly not writing.

I woke up at around 9:00 this morning to my psycho neighbor pounding on my front door, no doubt wanting to buy a cigarette from me. Why can’t he just buy his own damn cigarettes? “Because I’d smoke too much, and I can’t afford it,” is his answer. So I sell mine at a buck each. That makes so much sense.

But this morning, I didn’t give in to his cravings. I went back to sleep. I stumbled out of bed around 10:30, made a cup of java, and went to my courtyard, cigarettes and phone in hand. Time to catch up on Trump World. Too bad it’s not in the obituaries.

Wakey wakey! This is how I look when I wake up. I’m about ready to bag this hair. It’s been fun. Photo by author.

I look at text messages first, then phone messages, then hookup messages. I know life’s essentials. I look at the headlines, and then it’s time for email.

What? My internet has been turned off? I‘m living in very lean times, but I thought I had that covered. I race inside to my desktop, and sure enough, the internet isn’t working. Luckily, Xfinity has some back-up internet you can use—it’s just not secured.

I tried like hell to get a live person on the phone from Xfinity, but I don’t think anyone really works there anymore. So I used “their” internet to check my bank account.

I call Mondays “money Mondays” because I invariably work on my financial issues all day. If I’m not working on my money, I’m working on my mom’s. We’re both in dire financial straits. I know I’m going to have to do a GoFundMe to raise money for her cremation. Or she lives another five years or so, in which case I would have…