Problems in the real world with ADD

Problems with ADHD today.  All the writing in the world on the calendar, planner don't help if you got it in your head wrong.  I wrote it down right.  

I was 1 hour late to an appointment.  I was absolutely certain I was on time.  I can't explain to you how annoying it is to think "they" got it wrong, only to learn you got it all wrong.  

Thoughts like, "They must have changed it some time and not told me".  "Why did they not call me?"  "Did my husband get the message and then not tell me?"  Other much uglier thoughts happen while the staff tells you that you will need to wait for a new appointment.  

If your normal, this is a rare occurrence.  Maybe you forget something once a year?  Or miss an appointment because you got caught in some bad, bad traffic.  But if you are ADHD or ADD this happens far more often.  For me this is not unusual, certainly aggravating, but happens about once a month for doctor's appointments and often for paying bills on time.    Oh, that reminds me I need to pay my credit card.  Hold on I will be right back...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Okay, more aggravation!   Remember I left the car unlocked last month, and someone took my wallet and things from my car?  Well, I canceled the cards and now I need to wait for the bank to re-confirm my checking account information before I can make a payment.  Great...will it be late?  Not sure.  Worse I think the lady told me when the new card came I would need to do that again.  Misplaced the reminder to do that earlier!

So back to that appointment snafu.  I came back home and checked for voicemails, but alas just like I thought they never called me to remind me about the appointment.  A reminder call, which usually happens for this doctors office could have alerted me to the fact my thinking was wrong! And maybe would have prompted me to take a closer look at the planner and calendar.  Funny the office insisted it called me, I may be fallible, but my Magic Jack voicemail never is.  I guess they never called........nope, still no message.   

If you think the point is it is their fault that they didn't call then you missed the anger, frustration, anxiety and embarrassment of having missed the appointment.

Happy Birthday, Your car has been broken into.

Happy birthday Me.  

No I am did not make that up.  I was enjoying my morning, expecting to sleep in, after-all it is my Birthday and I can do what I want.  It was 7:30 am when my oldest son, AJ comes barging into my room, shouting, "Mommy the car door is open!" 

Well crap, I hop out of bed, not realizing I took the time last night to sleep in my birthday suit.  Mind the store my 7 year old is still in my room and now he sees Mommy in her birthday suit.  At least I wore it on the right day, right?!  Crap, now I know I am nude.  I tell him, "get out, go get the keys to the car and get out."  I am half dressed when he comes back in with the keys.  I tell him, "Go close the car door!" 

Finally I am dressed enough to go outside.  I look the car windows are not broken, but the trunk is open.  I look into the trunk, damn.  Well it was already a mess, but the Emergency Road Side Kit is missing.  I go ahead and look into the front passenger seat.  The jackasses managed to make my car even dirtier!  The radio is still there.  The contents of my kids diaper bag is thrown about the front seat.  I open the glove box.  Huh.  Can't remember why I thought opening the glove box was important.  I keep looking in the car.  I am mad!  Very mad!  I wish I know who did it so I could go slash their tires.  

I push the button on the car key to lock and arm the alarm.  I turn around, great, the jack ass must have thought my Emergency Road Side Kit was a giant purse.  The contents are thrown all over the parking lot next to the garbage can.  I pick up the emergency tow rope, the jumper cables, the bag, and then realize my road flares are missing.  I bet that jack ass thought it was something fun, idiot!  Oh look!  I found my sun glasses.  

Crap!  Damn!  Now I remember why it was so important to check the glove box!  Last night I put my wallet in the glove box after I bought the kids Happy Meals from Mc Donald's.  Fuck!  My wallet, my ID, double fuck my credit card!  Now I want to kill the jack ass.  I just got that credit card!   Damn, today is MLK day.  No way I can get a new ID.  

I start scavenging the parking lot, don't see my wallet.  I check inside the garbage can, I don't see it.  It is bright, no florescent pink.  I start checking neighbors yards.  Nothing.  Angry and defeated I turn to go home.  There it is.  Underneath that damn diesel truck.  I hate that truck!  My wallet.  I got it.  It looks like some punk thought I would actually have cash in my wallet.  Everything is there, kinda, it is all over the ground, but my card and ID are there.  Who the hell carries cash?  Why would you take a pink wallet and then dump it on the ground?

Great now I gotta call the bank and cancel my credit card and debit card.  I know it is unlikely that they stole my credit card numbers, but you can't be too careful.  Great now its is my birthday, the banks are closed, I don't have cash and now I can't go anywhere or buy anything for my birthday.  

Happy Birthday me.