Thank you for pointing out that medical management of chronic, invisible conditions is indeed a full time fucking job. I mean that seriously, even if I sound snarky, which I worry I might me.

I was with you until the adderall knock. I would love to get the fuck off my adderall too, because adderall rage is real and it is not pleasant. But I have a long term (since I was quite young) diagnosed ADHD issue - critical is how it was described in grad school when I made it back to the doctor again because I was…

Sadness and depression and trauma also alter your brain chemistry.

That’s me. A robot, or a fucking murderous asshole. (I am currently traversing the murderous asshole stage and no one likes me right now, not even my husband.) On meds, I’m a little more happy, a little less murderous, but I also don’t feel intensity.

However, I am fucking able to perform basic tasks like looking up a…

Oh, great, now I feel like y’all are gonna think I am like 90! I am not!

I’ve been 29 for several years, and I gotta say, it’s been pretty great.

There is absolutely nothing I object to in that sentence. Golden Girls? Good! Lanaii? Good!! Cheesecake? GOOODDDD!!!

OMG, I want to watch this as a reality tv show, Truman Show style.

You can also get your immunity tested. I only got the 1st of the (2? 3?) MMR shots as a kid due to really severe reactions. When I had to go to sleepaway camp /grad school, they needed proof of vaccination or immunity, and I was able to provide the presence of minimum immunity to go with my medically significant…

Because YAY ALL THE CATS, here is a photo story of my twin kitties, Orlando and Elphaba, eating treats. Orlando is a sweetheart, and also an asshole.

YES THAT BOWTIE I LOVE IT AND NEED IT FOR MY BOY CAT BECAUSE HE WOULD LOOK AWESOME IN IT.

Actually the litterbox idea isn’t horrible. I bought a cheapo mat that I used under my bike when riding indoors on a trainer to prevent slippage and vibration, and also put it under the kennel when introducing our kittens to the house - so it had a litter box on it, cat claws, etc.

I foster failed two barn cats, and it’s been amazing having two together. They are bonded, and kind of treat the rest of us like their servants. It’s awesome. Also, having cats means understanding Stockholm Syndrome completely.

HOLY POOP THAT CAT AND THAT BOWTIE AND THE DINO I LOVE IT ALL

My cats and my youngest dog all want to participate whenever I get the yoga mat out or do any kind of floor work. No joke, I was faking struggling through push-ups the other day (full on groaning and moaning) and my dog dropped next to me, stretched into downward facing dog, and yelled out loud, as if to say “me too…

Sometimes those assholes can really get you down, and I am sorry.

Here is a pic of my sweetheart boy cat. He is delivering love to you:

Hawaii has geckos. They chirp all night long. I thought they were adorable when I was there. I probably wasn’t there long enough to get over it. I also still think calling a back patio a “lanaii” and napping on it is the best thing ever.

That’s how I grew up too. My first cat arrived before I did, and wouldn’t leave my side, attacking people that weren’t introduced “properly” to me.

This thread is making me cry! And this picture is what tipped me over the edge!

My mother had a spawn of satan cat named Imp who would eat any baked goods he could get his hands on. He also attacked randomly. Yet, he showed us his love by bringing us gloves, socks, and underwear from the laundry every night, piling them up in front of our bedroom doors.