How did I get to be old without ever feeling like an adult?
It seems ironic. As a kid, just about everybody is older than you. And when you are the "baby" in the family, and a "late" baby at that, all your relatives are older. Your cousins are older, heck your cousins' kids are older than you.
I am the baby in a family of three girls. My sisters are 6 years and 15 years older than me. Now I know most people who have older sisters and brothers always look up to their "big sister/brother" but mine truly were years ahead of me in everything. If your big sister or big brother is only two or three years older than you, by the time you are in your late teens or twenties, it has all evened out. You're both in college or out on your own working. The two years' age difference has essentially vanished.
But for me, my sisters were doing things I wouldn't be able to do for years or decades. Getting to stay up late, dating, wearing makeup, going to college, getting married and or having a baby. One sister got married when I was five and had a baby when I was 10. They have always seemed "grown up." I thought someday I, too would seem grown up.
My mistake.
So even though now I am 47 (three years away from 50 has got to be grown up, hasn't it?), I rarely feel like I am an adult. Yeah, intellectually I know I am. I've been driving since I was 16, voting since I was 18 and I even got married when I was 19. Truthfully, I think I felt more grown up then. But my logical brain looks back and knows I was still a kid.
So why is it that I only feel grown up when a bag-boy calls me "M'am?" Well, actually I just feel old when they do that. I felt old the day I realized that kids who could drive could be my own.
I started feeling really old when my doctors became younger than me. Aren't doctors supposed to be fat-bellied old grey-haired guys that you can't relate to? Mine always were. Then all of a sudden they are your peers, and you wonder how in the world you're going to take advice from someone who probably grew up on the Brady Bunch just like you. You know their secrets. God forbid you ever knew one of them in grade school. A man I reconnected with at my 30th high school reunion is now a cardiac specialist. (Well, I imagine he's been a cardiac specialist for a good 20 years.) I sat across from this kid in 8th grade while he burped his way through the alphabet! Am I supposed to believe he's out there saving the lives of his unsuspecting patients? Well, in fact, he did come across as a very intelligent man who cares deeply about what he does. And I think he even has trouble feeling like an adult because he admitted that his mom still calls him to ask if he's wearing a sweater. In the middle of a consult.
This whole "adult" thing is a lie our parents perpetrated on us. I wonder now if they ever felt "grown up" or they just did all those grown up things to make us feel like powerless little kids and just do what they said we should do. Like eat brussell sprouts.
I find myself occasionally realizing that to anyone under 30, (40?) I look like an "adult." There is that momentary feeling of power. I've used it sparingly. Like when some teen boys were using foul language at the park within earshot of my little girl. "Hey there are little kids here, please stop using that language," said in the most I-am-old-enough-to-be-your-mother voice and death rays piercing from my eyes. Teen boys are a little tough, but it definitely works with some of them.
So, this means I use my daughter like a shield to the world emblazoned with the crest "Ego sum a matris , proinde ego sum adultus." (Roughly translates to "I am a mother, therefore I am an adult.) And since I didn't become a mother until I was 40, I have spent many, many years, not feeling like an adult.
Inibi est forsit.
(Therein lies the problem. I am having so much fun with the online Latin translator.)
Maybe if I'd done the kid thing earlier, I would have felt like an adult sooner and gotten used to the idea. But when a little one first comes along at 40, you're already on the downhill slide to "old." And keeping up with them just exacerbates that.
Maybe I've just forgotten that at some point I felt like an adult. I already have those "senior moments" every day when I can't remember why I stepped into a room. Or a common word (like "dog" ) is on the tip of my tongue and won't come off. Or trying to write a blog when the cat distracts me and I forget the absolutely brilliant ending I just thought of.
Don't get me wrong--I know that 50 is not really "old." (Although any high school senior will tell you differently. But what do they know?) But I am feeling old. And what I feel is certainly my truth.
Two upsides to being the baby in this family:
1.) My sisters are excellent canaries in the coal mine, so to speak. (Or lab rats ahead of me in an experiment.) Since they are near-genetic copies of me, but 6 and 15 years older, I have a glimpse into my future. Much is good--they both look good and still have great skin--apparently Pearsons take a long time to wrinkle. One is vegetarian and one is not. So I even have a little barometer for how that difference is going. (I am vegan, though and my veggie sis still eats plenty of cholesteral-laden cheese!) I have a few clues about what I should or should not be doing in order to still be able to do what I want to do when I am 50+ and 60+.
2.) Since they are getting older, hopefully they will start forgetting those awful stories about me they trot out at family gatherings. Yet, my mom is 80+ and must have a real special healthy spot in her brain for storing those things. They seem to pop out now in front of my friends and neighbors. Like I said, I still don't feel like an adult.
If you believe in the theory that females are born with all their "eggs" then you must also realize that half your DNA has been walking the earth since the day your mother was born, and essentially, you are as old as your mom. My mom is 85.
I need a nap.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Boy was my face red!
Niacin flush.
How I got to be 47.5 years old without even knowing about niacin flush I will never know. So let me tell you!
I've been seeing a fitness coach in order to get my hip issue resolved. Since he also knows his stuff when it comes to nutrition, I am letting him give me some advice in that area, too. He had recommended a certain type of multivitamin which you take two times a day--it evens out how the "stuff" works in your body.
Well, I was so excited the day it arrived from iHerb.com that I took two tablets (half a day's dosage) right away. I had forgotten that earlier that morning I had taken my other vitamins, too. Now, since they are almost 2 years out of date, I figured they were at a lower potency than the label, anyway.
About an hour later, I was working at my computer when my face began to feel weird. Now, I've been having some numbness in my face (yes, I have an appointment with the doc about that this week), but it felt so much more intense than that. My skin was feeling really tight. Now, I am an avid House fan (House the TV show about the grumpy doctor who is a brilliant diagnostician when he is not overdosing on painkillers). The night before, Scleroderma came up on House. (And I have seen a made-for-TV-Move about it, too.)
For 15 seconds I was convinced I had Scleroderma.
But then, my face wasn't just tight, it was hot! I ran down to our hall mirror and saw that my whole face was beet red. (Really, though, beets are more a purple than a red. My face was been-at-the-beach-all-day-without-sunscreen red.)
Red. Hot. Tight. Oh, and now other parts of me were feeling warm, too.
Allergic reaction was my second thought. Oh, what I had I eaten differently that day? Oh, yes, I took those vitamins...hmmm...check label, maybe I'm allergic to some of the herbs used in them...hmmm....oh yeah, I am married to a pharmacist, maybe HE knows whats going on....
Yes, my own personal pharmacist reassured me that I wasn't dying. It was most likely the niacin in the vitamin that was causing this. He's seen it in a co-worker, and yes, it was no fun.
Whew! Sort of. I was still flushing, and hot. A cool compress and taking 4 baby aspirins (on the advice of the Rx) and a couple big glasses of water and I was back to normal within an hour or so.
What have I learned? I have learned I am very sensitive to some forms of niacin, even at a relatively low dose. One can work up to taking more. I am working up to taking those 4 tablets, but every now and then I still get a mini-flush which is confined to my elbows mostly.
Frankly, I think it's all a dry run for hot flashes, which I know are just around the corner...
How I got to be 47.5 years old without even knowing about niacin flush I will never know. So let me tell you!
I've been seeing a fitness coach in order to get my hip issue resolved. Since he also knows his stuff when it comes to nutrition, I am letting him give me some advice in that area, too. He had recommended a certain type of multivitamin which you take two times a day--it evens out how the "stuff" works in your body.
Well, I was so excited the day it arrived from iHerb.com that I took two tablets (half a day's dosage) right away. I had forgotten that earlier that morning I had taken my other vitamins, too. Now, since they are almost 2 years out of date, I figured they were at a lower potency than the label, anyway.
About an hour later, I was working at my computer when my face began to feel weird. Now, I've been having some numbness in my face (yes, I have an appointment with the doc about that this week), but it felt so much more intense than that. My skin was feeling really tight. Now, I am an avid House fan (House the TV show about the grumpy doctor who is a brilliant diagnostician when he is not overdosing on painkillers). The night before, Scleroderma came up on House. (And I have seen a made-for-TV-Move about it, too.)
For 15 seconds I was convinced I had Scleroderma.
But then, my face wasn't just tight, it was hot! I ran down to our hall mirror and saw that my whole face was beet red. (Really, though, beets are more a purple than a red. My face was been-at-the-beach-all-day-without-sunscreen red.)
Red. Hot. Tight. Oh, and now other parts of me were feeling warm, too.
Allergic reaction was my second thought. Oh, what I had I eaten differently that day? Oh, yes, I took those vitamins...hmmm...check label, maybe I'm allergic to some of the herbs used in them...hmmm....oh yeah, I am married to a pharmacist, maybe HE knows whats going on....
Yes, my own personal pharmacist reassured me that I wasn't dying. It was most likely the niacin in the vitamin that was causing this. He's seen it in a co-worker, and yes, it was no fun.
Whew! Sort of. I was still flushing, and hot. A cool compress and taking 4 baby aspirins (on the advice of the Rx) and a couple big glasses of water and I was back to normal within an hour or so.
What have I learned? I have learned I am very sensitive to some forms of niacin, even at a relatively low dose. One can work up to taking more. I am working up to taking those 4 tablets, but every now and then I still get a mini-flush which is confined to my elbows mostly.
Frankly, I think it's all a dry run for hot flashes, which I know are just around the corner...
Friday, February 27, 2009
Stinky Socks and Minty Gum
No, this isn't about my stinky socks...goodness, my feet never stink!
Somebody else had stinky socks yesterday...
This is my plea to fellow humans in the world...
If you know you are going to attend a seminar with a bunch of other folks crammed into a small, ventless room, please take a shower before you go! Or at least the day before. Or sometime during the week before...
A fellow PO (Professional Organizer) and I attended a really great seminar yesterday. It was so popular that there was a waiting list, so every single seat was taken. The morning class was fine, but some people shifted where they were sitting in the afternoon, and someone nearby was a bit ripe. (Hard to pinpoint who without actually going up to someone and doing a sniff test. OK for dogs, but I haven't seen this work without painful repercussions for humans.)
And it wasn't just that "Oh must be one of those Europeans" regular strong body odor. No it was more like stinky socks that got left in the washer and got moldy, then worn for another six days. I don't regularly carry perfume with me, but it would have been a good idea to spritz a little (on me, not them, that is). The second best solution was to chew some gum, at least filling our sinus cavities with cinnamon and mint.
Note to self: Carry gum. Lots of gum. Lots of strong, minty gum! Alas, our gum lost its flavor long before the class was over, and we were out of gum!
Somebody else had stinky socks yesterday...
This is my plea to fellow humans in the world...
If you know you are going to attend a seminar with a bunch of other folks crammed into a small, ventless room, please take a shower before you go! Or at least the day before. Or sometime during the week before...
A fellow PO (Professional Organizer) and I attended a really great seminar yesterday. It was so popular that there was a waiting list, so every single seat was taken. The morning class was fine, but some people shifted where they were sitting in the afternoon, and someone nearby was a bit ripe. (Hard to pinpoint who without actually going up to someone and doing a sniff test. OK for dogs, but I haven't seen this work without painful repercussions for humans.)
And it wasn't just that "Oh must be one of those Europeans" regular strong body odor. No it was more like stinky socks that got left in the washer and got moldy, then worn for another six days. I don't regularly carry perfume with me, but it would have been a good idea to spritz a little (on me, not them, that is). The second best solution was to chew some gum, at least filling our sinus cavities with cinnamon and mint.
Note to self: Carry gum. Lots of gum. Lots of strong, minty gum! Alas, our gum lost its flavor long before the class was over, and we were out of gum!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
When Someone Else Wastes My Time
I know how to waste my time well enough, thank you. I don't need others helping me.
Most of my Saturday was spent wasted, even though I thought it was going to be a productive, enjoyable, educational day.
It started out with an early morning call with some coaching buddies of mine. That time wasn't wasted, it just started very early. I did have to leave the call earlier than usual since I had signed DH and myself up for a free class all about fruit tree pruning. We have 13 fruit trees in our back yard. Three more in the front if you count the ornamental plums which now seem to have real fruit (teeny tiny plums) by the thousands. Lining the driveway. Where we park our cars.
Anyway, we haven't had any of these trees pruned in the 4 years we've lived here. A classic case of procrastination mixed with the overwhelming cost of having that many trees professionally trimmed. (We did attempt to cut down a number of them. Once grew right back.) $500 to $1,000 can buy a lot of fruit. (By the way, please don't be alarmed to hear that we have cut down trees. We have over 30 trees on our property and a number were planted too close together or near the house. We're just trying to save the ones that can be saved!)
But in this last growing fruiting season, the big plum tree broke a number of its branches burdened with so many plums. All the trees are looking very neglected. If there was a social services for fruit trees we would have been hauled off in handcuffs long ago. We are bad tree parents.
I've tried reading about pruning. I always learn so much from reading. But you know, pruning is one of those visual things that I need to be shown. "This is a bud. This is where you cut. This is a terminal end. This is your finger. Don't cut it." Like that.
So when I saw that there was a free 2-hour fruit tree pruning demo in Santa Rosa, I thought my prayers were answered. (It was even held at a church!) I will not name the place or the teacher. He was very nice, doing this for free and was out on a very cold Saturday morning (38 degrees and quite clear) with about 50 (old and very old) gardening geeks. (Where are the young gardening geeks? Huh? Still in bed, I'm sure.) He could have been sitting in front of a warm fireplace sipping hot cocoa, cuddling with his wife with his loyal golden retriever at his feet and his children bringing him his slippers and newspaper. Oh wait, that's me.....:)
On with the story.
The setting was promising. A garden. With fruit trees. There was one right in front of me--a persimmon like I have. I was being tantalized with the thought of seeing this tree pruned right before my very eyes.
The first sign of things going wrong was when the instructor said "Before we start talking about pruning, I'd like to spend 10 minutes talking about planting a bare root fruit tree." OK, fair enough, I guess. The whole, "Let me tell you how to do it right from the very beginning" talk. Except I have no intention (in the next ten years anyway) of planting any more fruit trees! I have 13 of them for goodness sakes! I have been cutting them down! I have no room for more trees. That's like going to a class about sending your kid to college and the instructor telling you how to make a baby and raise it right so it will be smart enough to get its own scholarships instead of you having to figure out where you'll get the money to send it to Harvard. Or something like that. You get the idea.
And then 10 minutes turned into an hour. Yup, half the class was already over and we hadn't even seen one limb or branch or twig cut yet. Man, I was really needing to see some wood lopped. Bad.
But people kept asking him questions that had nothing to do with pruning. And he answered them. "So I have a 3 year old tree that was planted too deep. What can I do?" My answer,"Prune it!"
He finally walked over to the persimmon. Made a couple cuts and started using words like "Terminal cut" "headed" "lateral cut." Without giving a definition of those terms. Huh?
He didn't prune the whole tree. My hopes for seeing it pruned from beginning to end were dashed. We headed off to the grove where he said there were peaches and plum trees. Yeah! I have those, too. OK, maybe I'll learn more there.....
So, another hour in the orchard looking at a couple of trees. A couple more cuts. Someone did actually say "Could you show me how you would prune this tree?" Others nodded, yes, yes, please show us some pruning.
Well, a few more cuts. More talking. Not so much about pruning. The big hand and the little hand were both reaching for the sky right now. We cut our losses (ha!) and left. Shaking our heads.
Off to home where we had a few minutes to change clothes, eat lunch, and head off to a children's event at the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts.
For another two hours of wasted time. Even DD was bored. I'll save that review for next time. Let's just say DG (Darling Grandma) got rooked out of $75 that could have been spent on a couple of nice bottles of champagne. Or two cases of Cooks.
Don't ever go see anything by the Imago players "mime" group.
The trees? I bought me a fancy schmancy pole pruner thingy at Home Depot. (Oh don't even get me started about trying to find gardening gloves at Home Depot. Aisle 30 my arse! Aisle 30 is at THE OTHER END OF A MILE LONG STORE from the the garden department.) I'm just gonna go make a bunch of terminal cuts, lateral cuts and head cuts and see what happens next summer.
If I've killed the trees then I can just cut them all down and plant a bunch of bare root trees, right?
'Cause I know how to do that!
Most of my Saturday was spent wasted, even though I thought it was going to be a productive, enjoyable, educational day.
It started out with an early morning call with some coaching buddies of mine. That time wasn't wasted, it just started very early. I did have to leave the call earlier than usual since I had signed DH and myself up for a free class all about fruit tree pruning. We have 13 fruit trees in our back yard. Three more in the front if you count the ornamental plums which now seem to have real fruit (teeny tiny plums) by the thousands. Lining the driveway. Where we park our cars.
Anyway, we haven't had any of these trees pruned in the 4 years we've lived here. A classic case of procrastination mixed with the overwhelming cost of having that many trees professionally trimmed. (We did attempt to cut down a number of them. Once grew right back.) $500 to $1,000 can buy a lot of fruit. (By the way, please don't be alarmed to hear that we have cut down trees. We have over 30 trees on our property and a number were planted too close together or near the house. We're just trying to save the ones that can be saved!)
But in this last growing fruiting season, the big plum tree broke a number of its branches burdened with so many plums. All the trees are looking very neglected. If there was a social services for fruit trees we would have been hauled off in handcuffs long ago. We are bad tree parents.
I've tried reading about pruning. I always learn so much from reading. But you know, pruning is one of those visual things that I need to be shown. "This is a bud. This is where you cut. This is a terminal end. This is your finger. Don't cut it." Like that.
So when I saw that there was a free 2-hour fruit tree pruning demo in Santa Rosa, I thought my prayers were answered. (It was even held at a church!) I will not name the place or the teacher. He was very nice, doing this for free and was out on a very cold Saturday morning (38 degrees and quite clear) with about 50 (old and very old) gardening geeks. (Where are the young gardening geeks? Huh? Still in bed, I'm sure.) He could have been sitting in front of a warm fireplace sipping hot cocoa, cuddling with his wife with his loyal golden retriever at his feet and his children bringing him his slippers and newspaper. Oh wait, that's me.....:)
On with the story.
The setting was promising. A garden. With fruit trees. There was one right in front of me--a persimmon like I have. I was being tantalized with the thought of seeing this tree pruned right before my very eyes.
The first sign of things going wrong was when the instructor said "Before we start talking about pruning, I'd like to spend 10 minutes talking about planting a bare root fruit tree." OK, fair enough, I guess. The whole, "Let me tell you how to do it right from the very beginning" talk. Except I have no intention (in the next ten years anyway) of planting any more fruit trees! I have 13 of them for goodness sakes! I have been cutting them down! I have no room for more trees. That's like going to a class about sending your kid to college and the instructor telling you how to make a baby and raise it right so it will be smart enough to get its own scholarships instead of you having to figure out where you'll get the money to send it to Harvard. Or something like that. You get the idea.
And then 10 minutes turned into an hour. Yup, half the class was already over and we hadn't even seen one limb or branch or twig cut yet. Man, I was really needing to see some wood lopped. Bad.
But people kept asking him questions that had nothing to do with pruning. And he answered them. "So I have a 3 year old tree that was planted too deep. What can I do?" My answer,"Prune it!"
He finally walked over to the persimmon. Made a couple cuts and started using words like "Terminal cut" "headed" "lateral cut." Without giving a definition of those terms. Huh?
He didn't prune the whole tree. My hopes for seeing it pruned from beginning to end were dashed. We headed off to the grove where he said there were peaches and plum trees. Yeah! I have those, too. OK, maybe I'll learn more there.....
So, another hour in the orchard looking at a couple of trees. A couple more cuts. Someone did actually say "Could you show me how you would prune this tree?" Others nodded, yes, yes, please show us some pruning.
Well, a few more cuts. More talking. Not so much about pruning. The big hand and the little hand were both reaching for the sky right now. We cut our losses (ha!) and left. Shaking our heads.
Off to home where we had a few minutes to change clothes, eat lunch, and head off to a children's event at the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts.
For another two hours of wasted time. Even DD was bored. I'll save that review for next time. Let's just say DG (Darling Grandma) got rooked out of $75 that could have been spent on a couple of nice bottles of champagne. Or two cases of Cooks.
Don't ever go see anything by the Imago players "mime" group.
The trees? I bought me a fancy schmancy pole pruner thingy at Home Depot. (Oh don't even get me started about trying to find gardening gloves at Home Depot. Aisle 30 my arse! Aisle 30 is at THE OTHER END OF A MILE LONG STORE from the the garden department.) I'm just gonna go make a bunch of terminal cuts, lateral cuts and head cuts and see what happens next summer.
If I've killed the trees then I can just cut them all down and plant a bunch of bare root trees, right?
'Cause I know how to do that!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Hip Update
Not much to report. Have been getting some medical help, but not much is really working. I need to find something else. Am not sure what the next step is. Maybe just give up until after the new year and see what comes my way.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sidelined
I have been sidelined from playing my beloved tennis.
I'm having hip issues and am in the process of figuring it out. (If I can weave my way through Kaiser's maize to actually make an appointment, that is!)
I haven't played in three weeks and I still have daily pain in my hip. Drats.
I am very motivated to fix this since it was the first time EVER I have enjoyed and looked forward to exercising. Even at 6:30 in the morning! I knew I'd have to adjust to something else as winter set in and it would be too dark and or too wet to play. But this was way too soon!
Weight is holding fairly well. A couple pounds back on, but I haven't been eating as "cleanly" either.
I'm having hip issues and am in the process of figuring it out. (If I can weave my way through Kaiser's maize to actually make an appointment, that is!)
I haven't played in three weeks and I still have daily pain in my hip. Drats.
I am very motivated to fix this since it was the first time EVER I have enjoyed and looked forward to exercising. Even at 6:30 in the morning! I knew I'd have to adjust to something else as winter set in and it would be too dark and or too wet to play. But this was way too soon!
Weight is holding fairly well. A couple pounds back on, but I haven't been eating as "cleanly" either.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
ADHD Awareness Week
So, I've just become aware that this is ADHD Awareness Week!
You can attend a "virtual" conference, set for September 22-24 (next week). You still pay a conference fee, but you can attend via phone or listen to MP3 recordings of it! Since it's right before the NSGCD conference, I'm thinking about "attending" by downloading the recordings and listening to them later while I exercise. One of the many wonders I've discovered since joining the 21st Century and using an iPod. (Really, if I can do it, anyone can! I'm 47 and certainly not a techno geek. I typed--yes I said typed my college papers on a typewriter.)
Anyway, it's only $247 to attend (and there are a number of sessions, so by listening to the recordings, you can hear all of them.) If you want a CD as well as written and printed transcripts (they are covering all the modality bases), it's $100 more.
http://www.adhdconference.com/
I encourage you all to learn about ADHD if you haven't already. And even if you don't attend this conference, try picking up a copy of "ADDitude" magazine--I saw it at Barnes and Noble yesterday, or looking at their website. There are usually some free downloadable tip sheets. ADHD is not just about kids--kids grow up to be adults with ADHD, and those are our co-workers/spouses/siblings/parents!
http://www.additudemag.com/
Another great resource is the Attention Deficit Disorder Association, the ADDA.
http://www.add.org/
Wow! Just as I was typing this, I got an e-mail from the ADDA about two teleclasses this week--one tonight and one tomorrow. This week, they are free to members and non-members. What a great resource! (Yes, it's probably a symptom of ADHD that I would go and look at my incoming mail in the middle of writing this!)
Wednesday, September 17
Speaker: Nancy Ratey
Title: "The Disorganized Mind: Coaching Your ADHD Brain to Take Control of Your Time, Tasks, and Talents"
Time: 9:00 pm EST (That's 6 pm Pacific)
Thursday, September 18
Speaker: Dr. Stephen Hinshaw
Title: "Q and A - Everything You Wanted to Know about AD/HD - But Didn't Know to Ask!"
Time: 9:00 pm EST (That's 6 pm Pacific)
Go to http://www.add.org/awareness/ to get the log-in info for these classes.
And, no, this was not a paid announcement for the ADDA or ADDitude Magazine. Just great resources!
Margaret
You can attend a "virtual" conference, set for September 22-24 (next week). You still pay a conference fee, but you can attend via phone or listen to MP3 recordings of it! Since it's right before the NSGCD conference, I'm thinking about "attending" by downloading the recordings and listening to them later while I exercise. One of the many wonders I've discovered since joining the 21st Century and using an iPod. (Really, if I can do it, anyone can! I'm 47 and certainly not a techno geek. I typed--yes I said typed my college papers on a typewriter.)
Anyway, it's only $247 to attend (and there are a number of sessions, so by listening to the recordings, you can hear all of them.) If you want a CD as well as written and printed transcripts (they are covering all the modality bases), it's $100 more.
http://www.adhdconference.com/
I encourage you all to learn about ADHD if you haven't already. And even if you don't attend this conference, try picking up a copy of "ADDitude" magazine--I saw it at Barnes and Noble yesterday, or looking at their website. There are usually some free downloadable tip sheets. ADHD is not just about kids--kids grow up to be adults with ADHD, and those are our co-workers/spouses/siblings/parents!
http://www.additudemag.com/
Another great resource is the Attention Deficit Disorder Association, the ADDA.
http://www.add.org/
Wow! Just as I was typing this, I got an e-mail from the ADDA about two teleclasses this week--one tonight and one tomorrow. This week, they are free to members and non-members. What a great resource! (Yes, it's probably a symptom of ADHD that I would go and look at my incoming mail in the middle of writing this!)
Wednesday, September 17
Speaker: Nancy Ratey
Title: "The Disorganized Mind: Coaching Your ADHD Brain to Take Control of Your Time, Tasks, and Talents"
Time: 9:00 pm EST (That's 6 pm Pacific)
Thursday, September 18
Speaker: Dr. Stephen Hinshaw
Title: "Q and A - Everything You Wanted to Know about AD/HD - But Didn't Know to Ask!"
Time: 9:00 pm EST (That's 6 pm Pacific)
Go to http://www.add.org/awareness/ to get the log-in info for these classes.
And, no, this was not a paid announcement for the ADDA or ADDitude Magazine. Just great resources!
Margaret
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