Byers was the only victim with drugs in his system ; he was prescribed Ritalin ( methylphenidate ) in January 1993, as part of an attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder treatment.

Modafinil was shown to be an effective treatment for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder ( ADHD ); however, in 2006, it was found by the FDA to be unfit for use by children for that purpose.

In the 1940s, the term reflex sympathetic dystrophy came into use to describe this condition, based on the theory that sympathetic hyperactivity was involved in the pathophysiology.

Interestingly, this hyperactivity was normalized when patients went on antidepressants.

Once case study by Pillai & Kraya discovered a man that was prescribed dexaphetamine for adult attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder, and he later developed morbid jealousy ( 2000 ).

Although attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder ( ADHD ) is not an approved indication, bupropion was found to be effective for adult ADHD.

In cats, asthma, gingivitis, and hyperactivity were decreased, while shyness was increased.

However because he was not mingling with the other children but would only play by himself, with no eye contact, and also showed significant hyperactivity, the school suggested a psychological assessment and a diagnosis of autism was made.

The hunter vs. farmer hypothesis was proposed by Thom Hartmann about the origins of attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder ( ADHD ) in children and adults, suggesting that these conditions may be a result of a form of adaptive behavior.

In January 2008, Kaman revealed that he was misdiagnosed with Attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder.

Kaman, diagnosed with attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder at 2½, found out the classification was wrong this summer.

SCT was originally discovered in the 1980s when the DSM-III first began subtyping ADHD as attention deficit disorder ( ADD ) with or without hyperactivity.

They were dirty, their clothes were torn, and the girl was so exhausted that she fell when she was still twenty feet from the front door.

The silence oppressed him, made him bend low over the horse's neck as if to hide from a wind that had begun to blow far away and was twisting slowly through the darkness in its slow search.

Cabot turned back to the men and he was drunk with the thing they would do, wild to break from the cloying warmth of the saloon into the cold of the ebbing night.

The Gap looming before him -- the place where had confronted Jack English on that day so many years ago -- was his exit from all that had meaning to him.

He was too old -- when he passed up and through the corridor of pines that lined the trail he could see ahead, he was passing from life.

He might tell her how sorry a spectacle she was making of herself, pretending to be blind to the way Julia Fortune had taken Dean's affections from her.

A bullet tore the earth from beneath his foot when he was a stride or two from safety.

It was pitiful to see the thin ranks of warriors, old and young, wheeling and twisting their ponies frantically from side to side only to be tumbled bleeding from their saddles by the relentless slam, slam of the cruelly efficient Hawkinses.

She was carrying a quirt, and she started to raise it, then let it fall again and dangle from her wrist.

It was obvious that he wished himself different from the sort of person he thought he was.

Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

Though only a relatively short walk separated it from my own part of town, its character was wholly foreign to me.

The river was only a few blocks away but an unbroken line of piers prevented me from seeing it.

It was to him that Barton had sent Carl Dill on Dill's release from the prison.

Hague, like all who worked near the pits, was partly deafened from the constant assault against his eardrums.

But she was caught in it, and she faced the terrible possibility that, if it were a dream, it was one from which she might never awaken.

He had to depend on himself, since he was invariably miles and hours away from others.

An inquest was held, and after a good deal of testimony about the anonymous notes, the county coroner estimated that the shooting had been done from a distance of 300 yards.

But all of this was rationalization.

He knew who was riding after him -- the men he had known all his life, the men who had worked for him, sworn their loyalty to him.

What else he said was lost in the rattle of gunfire on all sides.

But her prettiness was what he had noticed first, and all the other things had come afterward: cruelty, meanness, self-will.

The water was there, so much of it that it spread all through the dead orchard.

under the circumstances I was only too willing to confess all.

It was all right to put a bunch of ranchers onto horses, to call them Night Riders, to set out to attack the largest mining combination the country had ever seen if all they wanted was adventure.

Normally Hague wasted no words, but now he found himself unable to stop their flow although he knew Kodyke was aware of all he said.

Perhaps it was all a vividly conceived dream.

It was not, thought Pamela, such an evil place after all.

Was it not possible, after all, that the forest was in league with her and her child that its sympathy lay with the Culvers that she had erred in failing to understand this??

If, when this was all over, she found the words to tell him about it, she wondered if he would ever understand.

He paused only long enough to ascertain that Jess's buckskin was still missing and that his own gray was all right, then climbed through a back window and dropped to the ground outside.

Seeing them waiting there at the foot of Emigrant Rock was so overwhelming that, for a good minute after they rounded the bend and started down the grade leading toward them, Matilda could not speak at all.

Against all expectation, Carmer was inside, clearly enjoying himself to the hilt and already so tipsy that it seemed unlikely he was bothering to note anything or anyone about him.

There was a feeling that this mission would be canceled like all the others and that this muddy wet dark world of combat would go on forever.

It was all Greg had time to see.

An Ah coudn ansuh him an so Ah said ' Aw right, Ah gay-ess, an his fathuh didn uttuh one wohd an aftuh Huhmun was gone, the majuh laughed an tole me thet he an the bawh had been hevin an occasional drink t'gethuh f'ovuh a yeah, onleh an occasional one, but just the same it was behahn mah back, an Ah doan think thet's nahce at all, d'you ''??