That Time ADHD Helped Me Win a Couple of Auctions

The problem with chronic illness is that it's boring. I don't mean for the person stricken in bed and suffering. Who cares about them, right ⸮ I am referring to everybody else who finds the subject duller than a twenty-four hour CSPAN marathon. When the chronically sick try to tell others about their struggles, they are likely to receive no small degree of exasperation from people who can't hide their dismay, as if to say"What? This again?"Of course, not everybody is so callous, and even if they are, they aren't likely to be so open about it. They'll smile at you, nod their head sympathetically, tell you to call them if you ever need anything, then disconnect their phone number. I am almost certain this is what really happens, or at least, I am mostly certain since my observations were possibly affected by my 102 °F fever. As I've written over and over before, I contracted COVID-19 in October like an early Halloween treat, received RSV for Thankgiving, then had a string of mystery respiratory viruses all the way into April. Despite blogging about this three and a half dozen times, nobody has sent me bales of cash with a sweet"Get Well" card yet. In fact, I would have simply been happy to have received a postcard from Healthy Town, USA with the words,"Wish you were here," scrawled on the back, but no such luck.In March, I celebrated six months of respiratory viruses by bringing another one home with me from the virus dis...
Source: The Splintered Mind by Douglas Cootey - Category: Psychiatry Tags: ADHD Goodreads Journaling Source Type: blogs