Quickie: Rube Goldberg, I Choose You!
Someday I really will get around to writing about why I’ve taken the particular approach I have to medication (the short version: hypothesis about neurology; side effects; ballet). The long and short of it is that the meds-for-ADHD-first approach seems to work for me so far (caveat: this would not be a good plan for a lot of people with bipolar disorder), though I’m going to have to monitor things more carefully through the sun-drenched months when mania is more likely.
Right now, though, I’m trying to figure out the remaining problem with my Adderall: that I have to remember to take it in the morning, like, before I have taken it. You know. The medication that helps me remember to do things? >.<
I could establish, like, a morning routine; a set of habits that sort of automatically execute every morning — but who wants to do that? Habits are boring and take time to establish. I want instant results without effort*.
I think, instead, I’m going to build a giant Rube Goldberg machine that first drops an Adderall tablet into my mouth, then shoves me out of bed. Because that totally makes more sense than just building boring old habits, right?
Yeah, okay. Maybe I’ll try the whole “habits” thing first.
PS: things are slowly getting sorted in terms of Major Life Stressors. I’m hanging in there through the Power of Ballet.