I am a seasoned traveler. I’ve been around.
It’s true that I haven’t left my country very often, I can count the number of times I’ve been outside the borders of Canada on one hand and give you two fingers worth of change.
But Canada is a big country, and I have traveled thousands of miles without leaving her behind.
And I’ve done that this week.
Three!
I’ve traveled across three time zones to find myself being reminded by my not so smart phone to take my 7AM meds at 4AM. Luckily it’s smart enough to respect its do not disturb orders and does know the time here, so while it tries to remind me, it does it silently.
And it’s still smarter than I am.
Really smart!
It was me that had to go out and buy a charging cable because we were trying to charge two phones with only one cable.
I forgot to pack any charging equipment, probably because my phone charges by induction. I usually just drop it on my night stand and its ready to go the next morning.
It’s easy to forget you have to charge it when you normally don’t have to do anything to charge it.
But that’s it
That’s pretty much all I forgot to bring with me. I had to buy a roll of black electrical tape because we had two cables that we discovered were starting to fray.
But that was an in transit remedial acquisition, not a forgotten item, though I’ll be leaving that roll of tape in my suitcase for future travels.
Good at traveling …
Yes, I’d say I’m pretty good at traveling, great at traveling in fact.
But I did have one little issue.
Turn up the radio
It actually had nothing to do with preparing to travel, just with preparing to not be at home.
I recorded my radio show a week early, got it all set up, cut it into segments and gave it a good listen.
Then, secure in the knowledge that I had done my job well enough for my skill level, I packed my bags and hit the road.
Suddenly …
Two hours into our drive to the airport and making good time, I realized that I’d forgotten one little detail.
My radio show was done, but it was sitting on my computer at home. I had not forwarded it to the station. And I would be flying home several hours after the show’s air time.
I won’t bother
I could list for you the flood of emotion I had when I realized that I could not go back and take care of this and still make the flight we were booked onto.
If you have ADHD you already know what it’s like to have the words, “Not Again??!?” flashing in neon red and blue inside your brain while you feverishly try to think of solutions while you’re also trying to drive in traffic.
And if you don’t have ADHD my observations tell me that you wouldn’t get it anyway, as sympathetic as you might be. You wouldn’t know the pain of it and how it has accumulated over the years and gets that little bit worse every time you blow it.
And
What am I going to do?
Will there be a show?
Or will there be dead air?
And do people with ADHD really hate cliff hanger endings?
Stay tuned to find out …
