The other day I went out on my daily run; (I’m one of those freaky people who actually find pleasure in running long distances. You may say it’s weird but I say it keeps me sane.)
On this particular day, I was running passed a high school when I noticed a group of lacrosse girls practicing. I instantly noticed them because the majority had the hot pink/lime green sticks that I loved from my time in lacrosse.
After passing them a certain memory crept up from my subconscious; something that directly influenced one of my lacrosse games: the day I took drugs.
“It was an accident! I swear!”
I woke up the morning of a lacrosse game to find my ankle, which I had hurt a few practices before by tripping over my large feet, still hurt. I looked through the medicine cabinet to try to find an anti-inflammatory from when I was in gymnastics (I used to have giant marshmallow ankles thanks to eight years of relying heavily on my feet).
Bingo.
I found the bottle my mom had labeled “anti-inflammatory,” popped two pills and headed to school.
Throughout the day I felt a little different.
- I was talking non-stop to everyone; I just wanted to ask everyone everything! I always had a thirst for knowledge but this was just ridiculous. At one point, I stayed after class to talk to my history teacher. I just had this urge to ask every question I could think of about his lecture. The whole day, I felt I just had to get some of this energy out and talk, talk, TALK!
- I’ve always had a good appetite. Even to this day I can eat six bowls of cereal with no problem. On this particular day though I could not waste my time with eating. Plus my appetite disappeared as if the flu was creeping into me.
- “boom. boom…boom. boom” went my heart. I guess it felt like working over time that day because my heart was getting plenty of exercise and wouldn’t slow down (not even to stretch).
I called my mom during my lunch period and told her these anti-inflammatories must have expired because I was a whack job. She said she would check the bottle before coming to my lacrosse game.
As I was practicing before the game, my mama ran onto the field waving her hands (ha ha funny image). Anyways, she came over to inform me that I had accidentally taken my sister’s high dosage Adderall, and not only had I taken her high dosage but I had taken two them. For fear that my heart would explode, she said it would be wise not to play in my lacrosse game.
I walked at a slow pace off the field (my heart was happy with that slow-pace decision) and headed home. At home my mom humored me and allowed me to talk her ear off until she needed to head to bed. Unfortunately my beating heart was not ready to go to bed until well-passed 4 a.m.
Right now as I am in the midst of finals week, taking an Adderall doesn’t sound too bad.
“Just kidding officer!”
