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@Fabulous: LOL. The experience reminds me of a science fiction novel I read in my teens, called “Flowers for Algernon” which was about a sub-normal man whose doctors gave him smart pills. At first he became as clever as they were, then became a genius who towered over them. They all looked like idiots to him until the drug wore off.

@Larynxa: I think my psy-doc would have told me if the pharmacy had that service, because I’m quite sure she’s tired of getting emails from me saying I’ve run out. (She’s a good sport – saw me during her lunch hour once when I showed up for my appointment on the wrong day. Oops.) If I could remember to re-order mid-month, they would mail the pills to me, so I wouldn’t have to go and pick up. Usually what happens is you call and get lost in an automated phone tree that relentlessly requires you to type in a bunch of information that you could barely manage to locate in the first place, and then when you do, they reject it.

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@Rick: Um…so…what structures? You got structures? Methods that work? (I am planning to read ADD Stole My Car Keys, but I can’t find my Kindle cable.)

@Gardener & Robbo: I don’t use them there new-fangled technologies. My husband has one of those weird little phones that has a computer screen on it. I’m not sure what it’s called. Looks like a mini-tablet. In any case, it completely freaks me out.  Doesn’t have a number pad. As if I didn’t have enough trouble using my cell phone. Never liked phones to begin with, even back in the days of rotary dial and push-button land lines. Carrying a cell is essential now because otherwise good luck finding a public pay phone. I now understand why my parents’ generation couldn’t program their VCRs.

For some reason, it is painfully difficult to go through the administrative procedure of making a call, placing an order, filing a request, or even paying a bill online. Finding passwords and account numbers, needing to request a new password every time…those tasks loom like Mt. Everest. If I can overcome that sense of dread, usually it goes very easily. The resistance is out of proportion to the actual challenge of the task.

I’m supposed to be at work right now, but I was late getting out of the house because I couldn’t find my stuff…and then missed my ferry, and was too embarrassed to call in and say I was going to be two hours late, so I claimed to be sick, and am now goofing off. Am I the only one who goes through life feeling like a 15-year-old who’s about to be grounded? Slinking around corners wondering: Am I in trouble? So humiliating.

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