The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)
On my trip I met some wonderful Americans. Before I came on WP I'd heard there was such a thing as good Americans but I was sceptical!
I met a Cosmiccat and a Postpaleo type.
The CC type was tall, thin, quietly spoken with shoulder length hair and glasses. We talked about the environment and at one point she had a big grin on her face. " Aha!" I thought! "She's a GB supporter. She doesn't care!"
Nothing could be further from the truth. She and her friend taught sustainable gardening in Mexico and had been involved in other environmental projects. And they listened carefully to all the other nationalities on the day trip we were on.
What do you think the PP type was like! Nan? Blessedmom?
There was a couple at the next table in a restaurant. They had their backs to us. A local came in to offer massage. The PP type agreed and had his back and head done. Afterwards I tapped him on the back and asked how the massage was.
He turned around and he was puffing a huge cigar. He had merry brown eyes and a southern drawl and an understated way of speaking. He said, "Well, he gave me a bit of a beating!" He made me laugh.
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So cool to hear about your travels, nannarob. Glad you got to spend quality time with your daughter.
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Welcome back Robyn! Good to see you, glad you were able to spend time with your daughter (never enough time, eh?), and glad you returned home safely! I'm glad you were able to go! Sounds like a very interesting place to visit. I'm sorry that you couldn't stay longer with your daughter, but January isn't too far off!
Out of curiosity, last night at work I tried the new Vyvanse prescription my psychiatrist wanted to switch me to.
Whoa!
I was fine at first. Then about 45 minutes after taking it, it felt like I had hair, and the the newly imagined hair felt like it was standing straight up like static electricity was shooting out of my head. Then I felt small electric-like shocks running through my face. Then my hearing turned on, my vision went from tunnel to panoramic, and I could talk correctly! No matter how fast my thoughts came, my mouth could keep up without stumbling! But I was talking like 9,000 words a minute, and the customers were looking at me like this: ! Ha! (first time they had trouble keeping up with me!) Then it kicked into full gear, and my heart was pounding so loud I'm sure they heard it at the front of the store, like one of those cars with those huge bass speakers in the trunk that you can hear inside a store when the car is parked outside. BOOM! whompa-whompa BOOM! whompa-whompa...
Then I started laughing without meaning to, and started sweating so bad my clothes got soaked. (I rarely sweat unless I'm running). Then I started chewing my gum like a sewing machine, couldn't stand still and had to run around the pharmacy like a gerbil. Then I got parched, so I started slamming down water, so then I had to pee, which developed into a parched/slam/pee cycle every 20 minutes.
So the store is now stocked, fronted, vacuumed, mopped, dusted, inventoried, and ordered, I did all the customer's shopping for them, then carried the customers and their goods to their respective cars, the whole while laughing and talking at 63,578 bazillion words per second and chewing gum at the speed a humming bird beats its wings. I'm sure I broke and set all kinds of pharmacist land speed records. But I still couldn't type.
Now I'm going to shower, pee and go to bed. If my heart doesn't bounce me out of it.
My jaw hurts.
I met a Cosmiccat and a Postpaleo type.
The CC type was tall, thin, quietly spoken with shoulder length hair and glasses. We talked about the environment and at one point she had a big grin on her face. " Aha!" I thought! "She's a GB supporter. She doesn't care!"
Nothing could be further from the truth. She and her friend taught sustainable gardening in Mexico and had been involved in other environmental projects. And they listened carefully to all the other nationalities on the day trip we were on.
What do you think the PP type was like! Nan? Blessedmom?
There was a couple at the next table in a restaurant. They had their backs to us. A local came in to offer massage. The PP type agreed and had his back and head done. Afterwards I tapped him on the back and asked how the massage was.
He turned around and he was puffing a huge cigar. He had merry brown eyes and a southern drawl and an understated way of speaking. He said, "Well, he gave me a bit of a beating!" He made me laugh.
That's what I would think a Postpaleo type would be!!
I am so happy that you had a good trip and time with your daughter! And that you get to do it again in January!
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"It is what it is until it isn't. Then it's something altogether different."
Out of curiosity, last night at work I tried the new Vyvanse prescription my psychiatrist wanted to switch me to.
Whoa!
I was fine at first. Then about 45 minutes after taking it, it felt like I had hair, and the the newly imagined hair felt like it was standing straight up like static electricity was shooting out of my head. Then I felt small electric-like shocks running through my face. Then my hearing turned on, my vision went from tunnel to panoramic, and I could talk correctly! No matter how fast my thoughts came, my mouth could keep up without stumbling! But I was talking like 9,000 words a minute, and the customers were looking at me like this: ! Ha! (first time they had trouble keeping up with me!) Then it kicked into full gear, and my heart was pounding so loud I'm sure they heard it at the front of the store, like one of those cars with those huge bass speakers in the trunk that you can hear inside a store when the car is parked outside. BOOM! whompa-whompa BOOM! whompa-whompa...
Then I started laughing without meaning to, and started sweating so bad my clothes got soaked. (I rarely sweat unless I'm running). Then I started chewing my gum like a sewing machine, couldn't stand still and had to run around the pharmacy like a gerbil. Then I got parched, so I started slamming down water, so then I had to pee, which developed into a parched/slam/pee cycle every 20 minutes.
So the store is now stocked, fronted, vacuumed, mopped, dusted, inventoried, and ordered, I did all the customer's shopping for them, then carried the customers and their goods to their respective cars, the whole while laughing and talking at 63,578 bazillion words per second and chewing gum at the speed a humming bird beats its wings. I'm sure I broke and set all kinds of pharmacist land speed records. But I still couldn't type.
Now I'm going to shower, pee and go to bed. If my heart doesn't bounce me out of it.
My jaw hurts.
I believe I wrote to you about my reaction to Dexedrine!? Now you know what I meant!! ! Good luck sleeping!!
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"It is what it is until it isn't. Then it's something altogether different."
Out of curiosity, last night at work I tried the new Vyvanse prescription my psychiatrist wanted to switch me to.
Whoa!
I was fine at first. Then about 45 minutes after taking it, it felt like I had hair, and the the newly imagined hair felt like it was standing straight up like static electricity was shooting out of my head. Then I felt small electric-like shocks running through my face. Then my hearing turned on, my vision went from tunnel to panoramic, and I could talk correctly! No matter how fast my thoughts came, my mouth could keep up without stumbling! But I was talking like 9,000 words a minute, and the customers were looking at me like this: ! Ha! (first time they had trouble keeping up with me!) Then it kicked into full gear, and my heart was pounding so loud I'm sure they heard it at the front of the store, like one of those cars with those huge bass speakers in the trunk that you can hear inside a store when the car is parked outside. BOOM! whompa-whompa BOOM! whompa-whompa...
Then I started laughing without meaning to, and started sweating so bad my clothes got soaked. (I rarely sweat unless I'm running). Then I started chewing my gum like a sewing machine, couldn't stand still and had to run around the pharmacy like a gerbil. Then I got parched, so I started slamming down water, so then I had to pee, which developed into a parched/slam/pee cycle every 20 minutes.
So the store is now stocked, fronted, vacuumed, mopped, dusted, inventoried, and ordered, I did all the customer's shopping for them, then carried the customers and their goods to their respective cars, the whole while laughing and talking at 63,578 bazillion words per second and chewing gum at the speed a humming bird beats its wings. I'm sure I broke and set all kinds of pharmacist land speed records. But I still couldn't type.
Now I'm going to shower, pee and go to bed. If my heart doesn't bounce me out of it.
My jaw hurts.
Suggestion: Don't take so much?
And send the leftovers to:
Nan Dofthedraggingbackside
12345 Camino Overlookingtheslidingneighborhood
San Diego, CA 92---
Nuthaplanet
Focalin is supposed to last only 9 hours - its stays in me 14 to 15 hours. This is supposed to last 12 hours, and I took it at 8:00pm last night. It is now 10:00am, and I am W-I-D-E awake. oops! Could be trouble!
I'm going to try to rest anyway so I don't have a heart attack.
If you think you are hearing distant Congo drums up there in Canada - no, it's just my heart.
Focalin is supposed to last only 9 hours - its stays in me 14 to 15 hours. This is supposed to last 12 hours, and I took it at 8:00pm last night. It is now 10:00am, and I am W-I-D-E awake. oops! Could be trouble!
I'm going to try to rest anyway so I don't have a heart attack.
If you think you are hearing distant Congo drums up there in Canada - no, it's just my heart.
Close your eyes and do some math.
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Hey, Nan!! We talked about that butt problem!! !
I'm going to have a lllooonnnggg shower and then I'm off to work, after 2 or 3 loads of laundry! (If you ever hear of a whacky broad in Canada making her kids wear paper clothes,or run around in the buff that will probably be me! )
Have a great day!!
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"It is what it is until it isn't. Then it's something altogether different."
And send the leftovers to:
Nan Dofthedraggingbackside
12345 Camino Overlookingtheslidingneighborhood
San Diego, CA 92---
Nuthaplanet
I wouldn't do that to ya Nan! Whoa! You want electricity shooting out of your head!?! !!
(Although it may make you the life of the Halloween party your daughter is having. If anyone can understand the words passing through your your lips as their speed repeatedly breaks the sound barrier).
Bubbling cauldron? The vibrations of your heart beat will get that baby ultrasonically misting!
This was the lowest dose. He put me on a graduated increasing dose that starts increasing next week. Hmmmmm.... let me see if I can remember our exact conversation:
him: "I'm going to try you on a trial of Vyvanse this time instead of Focalin."
me: "...but remember when you and Jerry watched videos of me as a kid, looked at my records, tested me and concluded at the end of your 4 hour interview that I had Asperger's? And you had been pushing me to use Adderall? And I told you that I did not want to, the Focalin seemed to be too strong, and you said "...yes, we'd better cut back your dose if you have Asperger's." So then you reduced my Focalin dose, which is working fine..."
him:Vyvanse isn't stronger than Focalin. I treat kids with it.
me:According to the medical literature I read, it is essentially the same strength as Adderall. Its only essential difference is it's formulated to form sharp painful crystals if it is crushed and snorted to discourage street use. It merely extends Adderall's patent rights another ten years..."
him:(crossing Asperger's diagnosis off my chart)..."now you can take it."
...Hmmmmmm. NOT stronger than Focalin. Hmmmmmm....
I'm going to have a lllooonnnggg shower and then I'm off to work, after 2 or 3 loads of laundry! (If you ever hear of a whacky broad in Canada making her kids wear paper clothes,or run around in the buff that will probably be me! )
Have a great day!!
Be good for 'em. Toughen the little rotters up.
Nobody ever died of dirty clothes, I don't think, either....
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