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    Recently, I was diagnosed with AAADD:

    Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

    This is how it manifests:

    I decided to wash my car.

    As I start toward the garage,

    I spotted the mail on the hall table.

    I should go through the mail before I wash the car.

    I lay the car keys on the table,

    put the junk mail in the trash can under the table,

    and notice that the trash can is full.

    So, I put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first.

    Since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash anyway,

    I might as well pay the bills first.

    I see my checkbook on the table,

    but there is only one check left.

    My extra checks are in my desk in the study,

    so I go to my desk,

    where I find the bottle of juice that I had been drinking.

    I'm going to look for my checks,

    but first I need to push the juice aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

    But the juice is getting warm,

    and should be put in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

    Heading toward the kitchen with the juice,

    a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye.

    They need to be watered.

    I set the juice down on the counter,

    and find my reading glasses,

    for which I've been searching all morning.

    I had better put them back on my desk,

    but first I'm going to water the flowers.

    I set the glasses back down on the counter,

    fill a container with water,

    and suddenly spot the TV remote.

    Someone left it on the kitchen table.

    Tonight when we sit down to watch TV,

    we will be looking for the remote,

    but nobody will remember that it's on the kitchen table.

    I should put it back in the den where it belongs,

    but first I'll water the flowers.

    I splash some water on the flowers,

    but most of it spills on the floor.

    So, I put the remote back down on the table,

    and get some towels to wipe up the spill.

    Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

    At the end of the day: the car isn't washed,

    the bills aren't paid, there is a warm bottle of juice sitting on the counter,

    the flowers aren't watered,

    there is still only one check in my checkbook,

    I can't find the remote,

    I can't find my glasses,

    and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

    I'm trying to figure out why nothing got done today;

    it's quite baffling because I know I was busy all day long,

    and I'm really tired.

    I know this is a serious problem,

    and I'll try to get some help for it,

    but first I'll check my e-mail.

    Do me a favor, will you?

    Forward this message to whoever you think might enjoy it,

    because I don't remember who I've already sent it to.

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    Recently, I was diagnosed with AAADD:

    Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

    This is how it manifests:

    I decided to wash my car.

    As I start toward the garage,

    I spotted the mail on the hall table.

    I should go through the mail before I wash the car.

    I lay the car keys on the table,

    put the junk mail in the trash can under the table,

    and notice that the trash can is full.

    So, I put the bills back on the table and take out the trash first.

    Since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash anyway,

    I might as well pay the bills first.

    I see my checkbook on the table,

    but there is only one check left.

    My extra checks are in my desk in the study,

    so I go to my desk,

    where I find the bottle of juice that I had been drinking.

    I'm going to look for my checks,

    but first I need to push the juice aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

    But the juice is getting warm,

    and should be put in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

    Heading toward the kitchen with the juice,

    a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye.

    They need to be watered.

    I set the juice down on the counter,

    and find my reading glasses,

    for which I've been searching all morning.

    I had better put them back on my desk,

    but first I'm going to water the flowers.

    I set the glasses back down on the counter,

    fill a container with water,

    and suddenly spot the TV remote.

    Someone left it on the kitchen table.

    Tonight when we sit down to watch TV,

    we will be looking for the remote,

    but nobody will remember that it's on the kitchen table.

    I should put it back in the den where it belongs,

    but first I'll water the flowers.

    I splash some water on the flowers,

    but most of it spills on the floor.

    So, I put the remote back down on the table,

    and get some towels to wipe up the spill.

    Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

    At the end of the day: the car isn't washed,

    the bills aren't paid, there is a warm bottle of juice sitting on the counter,

    the flowers aren't watered,

    there is still only one check in my checkbook,

    I can't find the remote,

    I can't find my glasses,

    and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

    I'm trying to figure out why nothing got done today;

    it's quite baffling because I know I was busy all day long,

    and I'm really tired.

    I know this is a serious problem,

    and I'll try to get some help for it,

    but first I'll check my e-mail.

    Do me a favor, will you?

    Forward this message to whoever you think might enjoy it,

    because I don't remember who I've already sent it to.

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    • #3
      Well, Steven, that sounds a lot like me. I enjoyed it very much. I can't imagine how many things I've lost in this house and can't find. I keep buying the same thing over and over because I can't find the one I bought and can't remember buying it. Then I find all of them. I put my glasses on top of my head and wonder where they are. I carry my car keys in my hand and then can't find them. I have to put everything in a specific place every time, or I won't know where it is and will hunt frantically for it. And just think--I'm not even a "senior citizen" yet! [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

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      • #4
        Same here, Jon-Mark. But to me the realy wierd part is if someone asks about some obscure event that happened twenty years ago or what my parents telephone number was forty years ago...No problem.

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        • #5
          I would like to respond but I forgot what I was going to say.

          Forever Nude,
          Shaybare

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          • #6
            I was going to respond, but I can't find my fingers... so I typed with my nose. You will all find ways to overcome these... what was I saying?

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            • #7
              I was gonna respond but...oh, hell I can't top "can't find my fingers".....blast you Suntied!

              I am learning to focus now more on what I am trying to do so that I do not go off-track and forget what I was doing and wind up in the parking lot of WalMart wondering what I am doing there and where is my car and why am I naked and..........oh boy...

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              • #8
                I've often gotten into my car and started to pull out of the driveway only to stop and ask myself, "Where am I going?" I often start to write down something on my grocery list only to forget what it was. I walk from the kitchen to the bedroom to get something and can't remember what it was. I've called people and left a message on their answering machine to call me back. When they did I forgot why I called them. [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_confused.gif[/img]

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                • #9
                  Gee ...I'm glad to know I'm not the only one thats......?????...hmmmm [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_confused.gif[/img] [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

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                  • #10
                    quote:
                    Originally posted by gamblefish:
                    [qb]...wind up in the parking lot of WalMart wondering what I am doing there and where is my car and why am I naked and..........oh boy...[/qb]
                    Weren't you supposed to reveal this in the "Naked Dreams" thread? [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_confused.gif[/img]

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                    • #11
                      Awww shoot!! There I go again...

                      Thanks missouriboy, it must be the AAADD again.

                      Where's hw when I need her. Just like a woman, off shopping somewhere or somthin'.

                      HW!!!!!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME? I NEED THE OTHER HALF OF THAT BRAIN OF OURS...THE VOICES ARE FADING, OH, THEY ARE FADING away..... HW, I'M OFF TOPIC AGAIN!!!

                      Oh, wait, I'm the one that is supposed to be off topic, ain't I? Oh, missouriboy, I am sooo confused...can you help me? Pleeeeeeeeeeeze??

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                      • #12
                        In my naked dream I was almost certain I saw her in that WalMart parking lot. You're right, she was shopping again...

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                        • #13
                          "I walk from the kitchen to the bedroom to get something and can't remember what it was."

                          Jon-Marc, that's called 'worrying about the hereafter . . .' [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_confused.gif[/img]

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                          • #14
                            Is AAADD something like taking the weekend off from doing the usual weekend chores and at the end of the weekend, you find out that nothing really was accomplished? No problem, it'll get done next weekend, which usually ends up being next year. So what's the problem?

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                            • #15
                              true story
                              some years ago i got into my car, no keys, looked for hours before finding in car door i had unlocked. its only gotten worse as i age.sometimes i go on trips and forget where i was going, some times i start talking and forget------------------------ [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_confused.gif[/img]

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