Tagged with medication

Regular

There are many advantages to living in a small town. But having your pharmacist know you by name and prescription history is not one of them. Our pharmacist is the nicest guy on earth. He is so friendly, so upbeat, so unfazed no matter what the script says that I slide (usually abashedly) across the … Continue reading

Intention

“Much—even most—meaning in conversation does not reside in the words spoken at all, but is filled in by the person listening. … [How] individuals will tend to interpret someone else’s words … depends more on the hearer’s own focus, concerns, and habits than on the spirit in which the words were intended.” –Deborah Tannen An … Continue reading

Fix

On the one hand, I can’t believe I suffered—for years—such anguish over meds. I imagined them as powerful and permanent. As irrevocably changing McDiesel’s personality and seeping into the essence of who he is.*  Some days, that undoubtedly would’ve been a good thing, but for a very long time I was first heartbroken and then … Continue reading

Coincidence

Last week, McDiesel got invited to a classmate’s birthday party. After the initial (and, as usual, all-too-brief) excitement of finding the invitation in his school folder once he got home, he declares (as usual, with all the oppositional vehemence he can muster) that he is NOT going. (Shocker.) Big Bro Typ, sitting next to him … Continue reading

Rubicon

Two years ago, during a session with our Beloved Behaviorist, she warned me that watching your child adjust to medication can be tough. As the doctor determines the right match of drug and dosage, she said, his personality might… disappear. McD’s behavior might do us all in, but his personality is/can be great. I had … Continue reading

Signs

We are getting close to meds. I can feel it. I’ve been seeing a lot of signs lately, even though I’m not sure signs really exist. Things are adding up, the scales are tipping, I’ve about given up. This week alone, I got my hair cut and had a 45-minute conversation with my stylist about … Continue reading

Genes

This morning, see psychiatrist. He is a colleague of Beloved Behaviorist, has multiple advanced degrees, and is very good. Asks how things are going, how kids are doing, all that. Laughs that Beloved Behaviorist asked him if he thinks I’m ADHD. Am pulled up short by this and clarify, “If I am ADHD?” He nods. … Continue reading

Workhouse

In case you’re wondering, yes, I am aware ADHD medication exists. And I don’t want to seem terribly literary, but remember when the gentlemen come to Mr. Scrooge, asking for a donation to help the poor and destitute at Christmas? And he has the callous and unfeeling response: “And the … workhouses? … Are they … Continue reading