Ooooh, look a chicken!

Isn't it funny when you go to a shrink for the express purpose of getting anti-ADD drugs, and six weeks later the doc says, as if this is his idea that came out of no where, "Has anyone ever told you you have ADD?" I guess it's a good thing R. bogarted my therapist. Apparently, it was her mention of my room needing cleaning that tipped the doc off. So now I have an excuse for my mess! YAY! Now if only my insurance would get off their asses and approve my drugs. (Not only do I get Stratera, but I also get Wellbutrin. I will be medicated out my wazoo. Or is it up my wazoo? Let's just say medicated to high heaven. Yes, that works best.)