It's been too long...

I don't remember always having A.D.D. In an honest admission I'll have to reveal that this is a self-proclaimed diagnosis of attention deficit disorder that most would agree I am no where near being qualified to determine, but I work at MedExpress; that has to count for something! Doesn't it?
I mean, people walk in here every day claiming to have swine flue, strep throat, gonorrhea, and several other diseases which often requires, or at least they beleive it requires, a visual at the front window of their open wounds, rashes, or their personal hankie because how could we possibly know whats wrong with them without seeing first hand the gunk being expelled from their nostrils. ((These are instances of previous encounters, no fiction here.))

Regardless of these ill-mannered, germ infested patients who diagnose themselves and would clearly be a bit healthier if they had cut back to three packs a day instead of four, or showered every now and then, it's not their needs or their stench that truly keeps me from the books I initially accepted this job to be able to read. It is in fact an issue of A.D.D. I mean, it has to be! To be quite honest, I'm already bored with writing this. Perhaps this is clearly why I can't commit to doing it every day. It seems that the only thing I can commit to these days are hours of online shopping and thinking about exercising (sidenote: thinking in this context is not meant as a synonym for "anticipation". Sadly the thought of exercising does not excite me to a point of consuming my thoughts while awaiting the next opportunity to make it a reality. Thinking, in this sense of the word means all thought and no action. On a bigger and sadder note, thinking is also the reason for the 5-10 pounds I've surely gained in the last month, well, that and the cheese and spinach stuffed pizza sitting in the breakroom of work I'll be heating up in the toaster oven any minute. Come to think of it............................................................................................................................................................................................
Mmmmmmmmmm,make it 10-12 pounds. Honestly, I'm just glad it's winter and flow-y, heavy, thick and disguising sweaters are in style.

So what the hell was I talking about? Oh, A.D.D! How does one actually get diagnosed with A.D.D.? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do not believe "I can't get shit done" is covered by my insurance company. What brings you in Ms. Aponte?
Well, Let's see. I majored in English Literature and I'd rather pick my split ends for hours than read a book these days and my boyfriend thinks I'm unstable...he may be right.
Are you on any medications?
I'd like to be.
anything you take currently?
Birth Control, because clearly we don't need more of me!

Okay, truly, I'm bored. And I'm willing to bet you are as well.

It's over.......phew!