I got a call from my big sister yesterday. That’s a very rare occasion, and at first I thought maybe there was something wrong. But no, she just wanted to talk to me about my ADD diagnosis.

She said she had suspected that she had ADD for several years now. She asked her gynecologist about it a few years ago, because that’s the only doctor she goes to since she doesn’t have insurance and is healthy overall. But the gyno told her that she would have to go to a psychiatrist to find out.

I told her that she either go to a family doctor or ask her gyno about it again, because I didn’t have to see a psychiatrist. Then we got to talking about the medicine I was on, and how one of the side effects was weight loss. She didn’t like the sound of that much. But if I were her size, I might not either. She’s never been one to need to go on a diet or take fat burners.

She did say one thing that makes a whole lot of sense: We probably inherited ADD from our dad. He was one of those people who was always on the go, could never sit still for long. He was forever starting projects, and sometimes they would get finished, but often they wouldn’t. Our mom, on the other hand, usually follows through on things. So does our brother.

My big bro always did have more in common with mom. Big sis was more like Dad, and I was the oddball of the bunch. But I guess I probably get at least a portion of my oddness from my dad.