But it took me seeing the box of garbage bags under the sink before I remembered I should grab a couple before returning up the stairs.
This is the perfect time for the mad ADHD chant.
"Bags!
Bags!
Bags for garbage!
Garbage bags!
Bags of filth!
Bags of refuse!
Bin protecting garbage bags!"
Repeat until they are in hand, return while counting steps and skipping every second left step.
Fuck, I have adhd. That’s my song :(
Can you provide a tune I can sing that to?
I demand a buddy cop series starring Patrick Warburton and H. Jon Benjamin.
A 2nd floor in my house has made this scenario twice as possible for me. Taking stairs is way too long for my goldfish brain.
I ended up just buying a box of them for each room in the house where I use them.
Oh man, not sure I’ve ever done that much, but at least 3 or 4. Then again… I do have memory issues…
What were we talking about again?
Hot Pockets!
Speaking of garbage!
Ow! I burned the roof of my mouth!
Holy shit today was the worst day for me, too. I constantly changed rooms forgetting why I went there. All the time.
Adderall has done so much for me, but remembering what I was doing five seconds ago or where I put something 30 seconds ago? Justnot happening.
Hope you succeed!
Well, they’re in the pocket of my hoodie, and I have not remembered to use them until I checked on my Lemmy inbox.
Slow and steady.
After seeing something explaining how common it is to forget what you were doing when passing through a door, even if you’re NT, I just blame doorways for situations like this. It’s not my ADHD; it’s the doors!
Damn you, Jim Morrison!
