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Symptom checker

Have you ever been out on a 'net surf and clicked on an article that hooked you and then read that article and then had an epiphany?

If you haven't, you should try it sometime. If you have, you already know where this is headed.

Before you mock me, you should know I deliberately avoid adding WebMD to my bookmarks and I don't consider myself a hypochondriac, I'm just trying to be aware of what my body is up to. It's my responsibility, right?

See, friends are too nice to point out to you on a regular basis that you're batshit crazy or completely neurotic or NOT all that funny (even though you insist on laughing at your own jokes which your Hubby, who is really funny in a dry humor/wry wit kind of way, likes to point out).

Where was I?

Oh, so my recent foray into 'net article Hell makes me think there's better than a 50% chance that I'm ADHD.

I think. But I'm not sure how many of those symptoms I have to say, 'Oh yeah, I definitely do that' to to be full on ADHD. I might be closer to ADH, or DHD...

In any case, beware, because I'm fragile and compulsive and seem to have a hard time focusing on just one thing at a time.

But there's a slight chance you've already noticed this and have just been too nice to point it out to me.

For that I thank you. It's important to come to these self-diagnoses/conclusions on one's own, don't you think?

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