Three days ago...

Gray uncomfortable chairs, gray carpet, wooden tables and a TV screen telling you all the reasons you need to see a psychiatrist. For each person entering the room I promise myself to never be on time again. It feels like the clock on the wall hammer the seconds in to my head. Almost everyone blips on their phones but I can't focus on amything. I'm trying to deal with being in the waiting room area. 

It's the final meeting where I'm going to find out the results of my ADHD screening. After lots of talk, tests, a physical evaluation and IQ-test - this is it. Moment of truth.

She passionately went through all the tests and gave me the results in numbers. Then she went to the diagnosis. 

-"I can safely say that you have ADHD or ADD if you will."

So I touched on all the criterias. Yep. My first lifelong diagnosis. A new partner to take home. Adjust to. Figure out. And it can't be kicked out of my life. What the fuck?

Back at the hotel I barely got the shoes off before I fell asleep. This was draining. It took less than an hour but for me it was like a 12-hour shift in any horrible field of work. 

Starting a blog seem like a good idea. I mean, when your life is like a never ending blooper, you need to share, right?