A psychologist diagnosed me as ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) about ten years ago. At the time, I told her that I already knew I was ADD, but she insisted I take some test. I don’t remember what kind of test ‘cause I’m ADD and forgetful. There was no ADD when I was a boy. I guess it’s a new phenomenon of our times. I caught it from some other child. Anyway, about twenty years ago I read an article about ADD. When I read that piece, I was reading about me! The story went on to tell ADD people what they could do to cope with their affliction. Make a list. Check your list. Don’t lose your list! LIST? I figured that out years ago! If I hadn’t, I would never have survived to this day. I live with my lists. There’s a lot of medication out there for us ADD’s, but it’s not for me. I know children that have been helped by medication, but I truly believe if those meds had been around when I was growing up, the doctors might have Rx’d all the creativity out of me! Maybe I would have done better but I like the way things have turned out so far.
I think I have a lunch appointment. Am I playing golf tomorrow? Where the hell is my list?