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This morning started like any day. I woke up. Took a shower. Got out of the shower. Stood around. Looked at the floor for a bit. Brushed my teeth. Applied deodorant. Normal stuff. Then my morning took an unexpected turn.
I was at the point in my morning routine when I would normally take my focus-inducing, doctor-prescribed amphetamines (ADD drugs). Suddenly the unthinkable happened. the ADD monster attacked with a Lose-Focus +1 spell and landed a critical hit. As the spell wore off, I looked around my bathroom sink, trying to remember what I had been doing. Drugs! Right! I scanned the counter top for my prescription bottle. When my eyes landed on it, I immediately noticed the lid had been removed from the bottle. I looked at the bottle quizzically. I was certain the lid was on the bottle when I started my morning routine. I mean, I assume I was the one who removed the bottle top, because I didn’t see signs of elves or fairies this morning. No, this time I HAD to be the culprate.
With the bottle top removed, and me unable to remember whether or not I’d taken my medicine, I quickly started scanning my brain for solutions. Solution #1 seemed logical. I could assume that I had not taken my medicine, take my daily dosage, and risk a double dosage. Definitely a viable solution. Only, being high on amphetamines at work is usually a bad thing. My eyes grew to the size of ping pong balls as I delighted in the though of the next solution, Solution #2.
I would think back to the day I got my prescription refilled, which was last Friday, and try to remember all of the pills I had taken from my 30-pill bottle over the last week. I would then subtract that number from 30, and count my remaining pills to see if the correct number of pills was in the bottle! With a grin on my face, I started counting pills. I was such a practical and intelligent man. Solution #2 was perfect.
After losing count twice, and realizing I had no idea how many pills I’d taken since getting my prescription refilled, frustration started to set in. I came to the sad realization that Solution #2 wasn’t perfect and was, in fact, quite flawed. That was when I thought of a third solution. Lets call it “Solution #3”
I would just not take my medicine. I would assume that, since I allegedly removed the bottle top, I must have also taken a pill. Of course, if I hadn’t taken my pill, I would be a groggy, ADHD mess by mid-morning. I would be completely unproductive, and by lunch I would be fired from my job. Admittedly, a worst-case scenario, but the solution still wasn’t great. I stood at my sink for at least two minutes while my inner perfectionist tried to find another solution. Then he found one, and he called it, “Addendum to Solution #3.”
I ultimately decided to go with the modified version of Solution #3. The addendum to Solution #3 stated that I would put my pill bottle in my bag and that I would take my pill late if I felt groggy and unproductive.
Its 8:11am right now, and I’m pretty sure I know whether or not I took my pill during my perilous moment with the ADD monster in the bathroom this morning. Lets just say I’m thankful for “Addendum to plan #3”.
My ADHD Utopia 