Fizzy Brain

 Being aware that you're ADHD and working out what to do with this fact is fun. 

It's particularly fun when things get busy or overwhelming. Getting anything done is next to impossible. 

And in my brain, I have to contain the following: 

• My job is finishing up at the end of next week
• I'm going away next Saturday for a three-week stint in Europe
• I have to find another job
• The cat needs to get down to Pat and Kat's place
• I need to pack
• And work out how I can get oestrogen gel into an appropriate vessel for a 36 hour trip because the regular bottle is too big to put in my hand luggage. 
• And I have to face US Immigration (and stay in the States for seven hours)
• Plus the house needs cleaning
• And they've taxed my per diem and I don't know why
• And on Monday the car needs to get out to Mulgrave for a service at 7.30
• And I don't know if I'll get to see my serial before I go to the gym tomorrow
• And money has to be moved to my travel card
• Plus the dishes need doing
• And I really should get the nail polish off my toenails before seeing the podiatrist on Friday (Getting all these jobs done now)
• And am I going to the Renaissance exhibition with EJ and his wife on Sunday?
• And will I have enough time after meditation and before going to have my hair done to get anything meaningful done.
• And...
• And...

And all I can do at the moment is eat cheese and baked bean sandwiches and knit, because that's comforting. 

Welcome to my head. 

I'm not on meds. 

I will:

• Try and enjoy the next eight days at work
• Get well packed
• Keep gently looking for work
• Negotiate with Pat and Kat about bringing the lad down to them
• Transfer some oestrogen gel into a little pump pack
• Stop worrying about US Immigration
• Gently clean the house
• Follow up on the tax issue
• Set the alarm early as to take the car out to Mulgrave
• Leave work on time so I can see my silly show
• Move the money onto the travel card
• Do the dishes after this
• And the toenails
• Message EJ
• See if Jonella wants to meet up before I go to the hairdresser
• And...
• And...

It's going to be okay. The overwhelm is real. The paralysis by analysis is real. 

And I speak decent French, and this time in three weeks I'll be in Paris being French Pandora. I like French Pandora. She uses her ADHD to her advantage.

But this is what's going on in my fizzy brain at the moment. I wish I had the meds...

Today's song: (Brought to you by one of the greatest unmedicated characters with ADHD ever)