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My Life Thus Far
2008-09-17 04:07:37 (UTC)

Adderall Is Not The Answer

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Today could not end soon enough. I hate it when more than
two time-consuming tasks land on the same day. Annie had
an appointment with her doctor for new ADHD meds and then
a Girl Scouts enrollment meeting. It was all about Annie
today, which was good. It's hardly ever all about her.

This morning was same as usual. The babies require a lot
of attention first thing in the morning. Kiki wants to eat
everything in sight (she's growing like a weed) and Keenan
has the majority of his wakeful hours in the morning
(after sleeping for 8-10 hours), so he wants to be
interacted with.

Annie hasn't been on any medications for her ADHD in over
a year. We tried Concerta with not-so-great results, so I
took her off of it and never tried anything else. Now that
she's older and school is getting more involved, I think
she could use something to help her focus. Behaviorally, I
think she's making improvements, but hunkering down and
focusing on something for more than 5 minutes is very hard
for her. So, her doctor put her on the lowest dose of
Adderall. We'll see how that works. I hate the idea of
medicating her, but after 5 years of unsuccessful
behavioral therapy we've got to explore all of our
options. Adderall is not the answer, but maybe it can be
part of the solution.

We had about an hour between Annie's appointment and the
Girl Scout meeting. Just enough time to get everybody fed
and to drag Annie through her homework (no one's favorite
time of day). I remember when I was in Girl Scouts (14
long years ago). They were some of my happiest memories. I
really enjoyed being with other girls, working on badges,
and getting together for activities and trips. Good times.
I know Annie will enjoy it, too. She needs to find
something to do outside of school. Something to look
forward to. Now that she's showing so much improvement
with her behavior, I'm fairly sure she can appreciate
extra curricular activities.

I'm tired, but I'm scared to go back to the bedroom. I've
created a monster. That's what happens when you have sex
with your husband. He starts expecting it regularly! Every
night for the past 4 nights he's been raring to go. He's
expecting it tonight, too. All afternoon I've had to beat
him off me, so I know what's coming. I don't know how to
tell him (without hurting his feelings) that I don't
really feel like it. It's not as much fun when you have it
all the time. At least not for me. I'm devoted to the baby
right now. My body is on loan to Keenan, Snookums isn't
allowed to touch it. He'd be hurt. So, I'll just wait for
him to tire himself out. Or leave. Sad as that sounds,
it's true. He'll be leaving here in exactly 1 week. I hate
thinking about it. Ciao.




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