What is *wrong* with you?!!

[pescifish]

Just thought I'd ask. :shrug:

It's an effective rhetorical question that throws me off guard even when it's not directed at me. It seems so appropriate in those situations when someone has an attitude that just seems utterly outlandish. I wonder how cool it would be to answer it someday!

Anyway, right now, I can think of a few things for me: a piece of that stringy white turnip or radish thing from my tuna sashimi tonight is stuck between my two upper right back teeth
I have a low grade back-of-eyeball headache that seems to be permanent
I lost one of my .bak version tennis shoes. I've got both of my current-on-deck pair (correct spot in the shoe rack in the closet) and both of my .bak1 (safe and sound in the garage, ready for yard work). But one of the immediately-previous-to-current version (.bak) pair is missing. They usually hang from the treadmill handgrips (ready for walkin'), but only one is there.
An online friend I care about apparently hates me now and I am in mourning, having moved past the denial and anger phases. I guess I have an enemy, one I hoped never to make.
My parrot has started some minor feather plucking for the first time in her 15 year life


What about you? What is wrong with you, anyways?!
Maybe a group hug will help!
:hugs:

[Sonnet]

Just thought I'd ask. :shrug:

It's an effective rhetorical question that throws me off guard even when it's not directed at me. It seems so appropriate in those situations when someone has an attitude that just seems utterly outlandish. I wonder how cool it would be to answer it someday!

What about you? What is wrong with you, anyways?!
Maybe a group hug will help!
:hugs:Right off the top of my head:

- My boyfriend is dead. Still.
- My back tooth hurts when I eat sweet things. I haven't had very many cavities before. It really smarts.
- I'm on the board of directors for the oldest theatre company in my region, one that's hanging on by a thread. I can't figure out how to get the asses in the seats, and our season ticket base is getting smaller every year because they're all 75 years old. We're afraid to do shows with loud gunshots because we might kill the audience.
- My knees are going bad, just like my granddad's.
- My cats are getting old.
- I can't figure out what I'm doing here. Anywhere.

:rock2:

[John Carter]

An online friend I care about apparently hates me now and I am in mourning, having moved past the denial and anger phases. I guess I have an enemy, one I hoped never to make.


Are you sure this person hates you? What did they do that gives you this idea? Have you tried to contact them to find out what is going on?

ETA: I don't expect you to answer those questions here; just something for you to think about.

[JoeP]

I think there's a maximum you can post, 2147483648 characters or something, so I won't be able to cover everything.

I have two tax returns to fill in.

I have two phone lines NOT working.

I could go on ... but somehow I feel like all the wrong things aren't such a big deal.

"What's wrong with you?" is one of the expressions my daughter (10) has started to use in relevant situations, and it's sweet even when it's annoying.

[wei yau]

I think too much.

I really do. I like to think of it as evidence that I'm an intellectual and that I live in a rational and cohesive manner. But, the truth is that I'm emotionally stunted and use my intelligence to carry me.

I question my motives in just about everything I do, this sends me into this navel-gazing spiral that has no end. Each layer I peel away reveals only yet another layer of self-loathing and recrimination. This insight never ends up with me being happy with myself. It never shows that I'm a good man or even a worthy human being. Instead, it shows that I'm a small, petty and selfish creature who values only immediate gratification and is incapable of appreciating anything in an otherwise rich and happy life.

And even as I flagellate myself, I realize that what I'm doing is wrong. I realize that it is irrational to believe that every happiness I have is undeserved and every sadness wholly earned. This, too, is part of that spiral and I reach bottom when I start hating myself for hating myself.

The range of things that I examine vary from the mundane to the profound. It encompasses every aspect of my being.

- I play PC games because I'm a manchild
- I am good to my daughter because I want to give the appearance of being a good father
- I complain about my marriage because it's easier than working on it
- I watch television because I'm a couch potato
- I am good to my friends because I want to prove that I'm better than them
- I make promises that I can't keep because I want to show-off
- I over-eat because I'm lazy and not because I'm a gourmand
- I don't go to the gym because I'm lazy and not because I don't have the time
- I feel alone because I am incapable of forging intimate connections with others

I know that many of these are true, but an equal number are false. But, I can't discern the two. Instead, they all get grouped together into this one massive ball of self-pity that smothers me.

I'm tired. I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of hating myself. I'm tired of wanting to be someone else.

There are so many people out there who don't think. They live an unexamined life that brings them joy. They don't get wrapped around the pole on trivial matters. They are unconcerned about the consequences of their actions or inactions.

I want to be like them. I want to stop thinking. I want to be.

[JoeP]

Snap on every one of those, including the one about not knowing which are true and which are false.

I want to stop thinking. I want to be. :meditate: :meditate: :meditate: - :peace1: :peace1: :peace1: :peace1: - :peace2: :peace2:

:peace3: :bag:

[pescifish]

Sonnet :huggle: --
- I'm on the board of directors for the oldest theatre company in my region, one that's hanging on by a thread. I can't figure out how to get the asses in the seats, and our season ticket base is getting smaller every year because they're all 75 years old. We're afraid to do shows with loud gunshots because we might kill the audience. :giggle: Hate to lose your customer base by accidentally killing them! Maybe you can appeal to a younger audience, like 55-65?

I hope your knees and tooth feel better soon.
- I can't figure out what I'm doing here. Anywhere.
I was listening to a song on a recently purchased CD the other day and the following lyrics really hit me: Now I watch as the rain comes down
to purify this pain
when mountains crumble and stars collide
I am what remains

There are lessons that sadness
can only teach
there are things that we must learn
now I won't die if you walk away
but I may not live.



:fishie: :fishie: :fishie: :fishie:


John Carter -- Actually, I believe the emotion that my ex-friend most clearly expressed was abject indifference. That's probably worse than hate. I do think all the communications have been attempted and concluded, but you ask pertinent questions for a situation like mine. Thanks!



:fishie: :fishie: :fishie: :fishie:


JoeP I think there's a maximum you can post, 2147483648 characters or something, so I won't be able to cover everything. It's much less if you don't repeat the use of any of the characters. I'm glad this board doesn't have restrictions like that: one letter, one use, per post!"What's wrong with you?" is one of the expressions my daughter (10) has started to use in relevant situations, and it's sweet even when it's annoying. I hope you save up some really good ones to rattle off to her next time she "asks". Disarm her with the literal response!



:fishie: :fishie: :fishie: :fishie:


eldar -- You got me self-examining with your post! The range of things that I examine vary from the mundane to the profound. It encompasses every aspect of my being.I can relate: the spiral of my self examination often leads to a conviction that I am not worthy of a happy, peaceful existence. There are so many people out there who don't think. They live an unexamined life that brings them joy. They don't get wrapped around the pole on trivial matters. They are unconcerned about the consequences of their actions or inactions.

I want to be like them. I want to stop thinking. I want to be.Well said.

However, I have known some people who can make a true self assessment and are able to accept themselves and their roles in the world. I believe there is a path to peace and a capacity for happiness that comes from self-acceptance. It's probably harder than the blissful ignorance one, but I can't do that one. I don't know if I'll ever be able to completely accept myself, but sometimes I get close enough to know the relief and comfort of knowing I did my best, such as it is.


:fishie: :fishie: :fishie: :fishie:

For today, what's wrong?
It's nearly 1p and I didn't run the dogs or mow my lawn, having pissed away 2 hours on the computer instead. Oops. I should get to work already!

[Ymir's blood]

My skin is oily in places and dry in others
I have an arthritic pain in my left foot
I have a friend who is suffering over losing an online friend
Work is very slow and unlikely to improve for any length of time.
I still haven't found the anti-life equation
There aren't enough hours in the night.

[Dingfod]

David Letterman saying "*What* is wrong with you?" was my email notification on my work PC for a long time.


pescifish, I still like you, if that helps any at all.


{{{{{Sonnet}}}}} I wish there was something I could say or do that would cheer you up.


Holy cow, eldar, were you copying over my shoulder when I wasn't looking?

[BracesForImpact]

I have something called non-verbal learning disorder, and I'm tired of being mentally handicapped. I have no sense of direction, no spatial sense, my math sucks and I can't spot patterns for shit. My IQ generally tests about 20-30 points too low because of it. I'm tired of feeling like I'll never live up to my actual potential because of a damn learning disability. I'm tired of having difficulty doing things that "normal" people take for granted. The puzzle thread here for example, would put me out of commission for about two hundred years.

I guess I should be thankful I'm not severely mentally handicapped.

[livius drusus]

I would just like to note that although I do not have a learning disability that I know of, I suck hairy goat balls at that puzzle thread. You are not alone, Braces. :hug:

[LiveToRide]

My rent is due....but I have a roof over my head.
My gas bill is due....but I have heat.
I have to do laundry....but I have clothes to wear.
My fiance is an occassional pain in the ass and a source of constant puzzlement....but I have someone who loves me and who I love in return.
I have tons of pointless email to delete...but I have people who are thinking of me.
I suck at the puzzle thread too....and I'm not alone either!

[godfry n. glad]

Chronic hemorrhoids.

[Dingfod]

My fiance is an occassional pain in the ass and a source of constant puzzlement...

Chronic hemorrhoids.
Merely coincidence? I don't think so.

[LiveToRide]

My fiance is an occassional pain in the ass and a source of constant puzzlement...

Chronic hemorrhoids.
Merely coincidence? I don't think so.
Laughin' my fuckin' ass off!!!!
Ya know, I wish you wouldn't do that when I'm eating...I spewed chewed-up sandwich all over my fucking monitor. :sneeze:

[Weaselboots]

Hmm maybe wrong place to write this.

I have started to get back pain which worries me abit. I think it will be ok but i have friends who have bad backs and it impacts on their whole lives.


Apart from that i'm really happy. Not perfect but happy
Great relationship
Good job
Mostly good health
Comfortable with myself and enjoy being me
Soon to embark on a awesome holiday

Braces
I have no sense of direction, no spatial sense, my math sucks and I can't spot patterns for shit.

wow that sounds so like me. I walk into a shop, leave and start heading the back the way i came. Realise, stand around pretending i meant that then casually stroll in the correct direction.
I think i have worked out what i'm lame at by now, so i just work around it, and get help if needed.

[Petra]

I'm sick and I'm grumpy. I have a tummy bug. The second time I've been hit with the bug that's been going around the office. I have nothing left to puke and I have the cold sweats.


I also have a lousy sense of direction and even in familiar territory I'll always go the wrong way.

[Dingfod]

My fiance is an occassional pain in the ass and a source of constant puzzlement...

Chronic hemorrhoids.
Merely coincidence? I don't think so.
Laughin' my fuckin' ass off!!!!
Ya know, I wish you wouldn't do that when I'm eating...I spewed chewed-up sandwich all over my fucking monitor. :sneeze:Sorry about that, Chief.

[LiveToRide]

Actually it was pretty durn funny.
Uh..."Chief"?

[Dingfod]

Would you believe...?

"Sorry about that, Chief."--Maxwell Smart, Agent 86.

[Corona688]

Haven't had an honest-to-goodness laugh in a very long time. Not that I feel sad or depressed, just don't have a strong reaction to much anything at all. Usually can't remember my dreams, and when I do they're so boring I might as well not have.

[Legs]

Whats wrong with me? I took this test and scored 5 very highs... thats whats wrong with me.

http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv

Apparently I'm a Paranoid Schizoid with Antisocial, Borderline & Narcissistic tendencies.

[beyelzu]

I am aggressive and anitsocial often times, I have problems being threatened and so got some probation for obstruction of an officer. I was born a century too late I think maybe 2.


somehow I havent quite taken to civilization.


I am aggressively shy in real life and online. most people dont quite know what the fuck to make of me and are intimidated and at times I feel like I have motherfucking anvil hands, mostly when I want to comfort someone and dont really know how.



I am alone and that kind of sucks.

[Petra]

Well, I love you, bey. :)


Word.

[beyelzu]

Well, I love you, bey. :)


Word.
and I am forever grateful that you have such poor, err, I mean eclectic taste in people.


:tmgrin:

[koan]

Easy stuff:
I get sciatica and on occasion can't walk for weeks.
I have really bad allergies from doing special effects for the movies. (Oh, all those chemicals...)
My feet may smell on occasion.
My left foot has been numb for over two months.
My left hand is currently tingly.
My face is odd.

Stuff I like to deny:

I'm not as calm and peaceful as I used to be.
I don't always have the answers. Even when they are easy.
I have feelings.

Endless quest:
To be organized.

[xorbie]

I procastinate way too much, and get addicted to doing things other than homework too easily. I stay up late, don't sleep and still don't get any work done. And this is with a pretty light work load.

[JoeP]

I waste time on boards, and the internet in general, when I have deadlines and people who are going to be disappointed in me.

I think this is going to be one of the longest threads on FF.

[Beth]

There are a lot of things wrong with me, but I think people would think I am fucked up in the head if I listed everything. In spite of all of the things that are wrong, I feel that so many have so much more going wrong for them, so I feel guilty for dwelling on what is wrong with me.

[TomJoe]

What about you? What is wrong with you, anyways?!


Life spent on medication is good. No complaints here.

[TomJoe]

I suck hairy goat balls...

TMFI! Though, I can see how that could be considered a problem.

:doh:

[beyelzu]

what's wrong with me?


I had to o to an acronym site to figure out that tomjoe meant too much fucking information.

[beyelzu]

btw liv, on the goat ball thing,

I would think that you would want to keep it on the qt, cuz if you want to get to the big vc as pld you dont really want to brodcast certain of your proclivities.


:tmgrin:

[livius drusus]

Pshaw... I'll just blame an ecstatic state or something. No problem, Drill Sergeant, too easy.

[Crumb]

I have too much I want to do and a lot I have to do, and yet I spend way too much time doing nothing.

[LadyShea]

I am moving to Alabama. On purpose. And I'm happy about it. Pretty sure that's a symptom of something seriously wrong.

I smoke way too much, and I don't care usually.

I enjoyed getting my pap smear today because my gynecologist is the nicest guy in the world. I will miss him. Still, I don't think it's normal to enjoy pap smears.

I am not very nice.

I am very impatient.

[viscousmemories]

Apparently I'm a Paranoid Schizoid with Antisocial, Borderline & Narcissistic tendencies.
So what you bitch, what are you trying to imply? Do you think that makes you special?

Did I cover them all? :chuckle:

What's wrong with me? I don't support myself financially. In just about every other way I'm better than ever.

[One for Sorrow]

God killed my kittens. :sadnana:

[Crumb]

Oh, that's very sad. :(

[pescifish]

There aren't enough hours in the night. :vampire: :giggle: :dracula:

pescifish, I still like you, if that helps any at all. :yup: Thank you, warrenly. :bouquet:

I'm tired of feeling like I'll never live up to my actual potential because of a damn learning disability. I'm tired of having difficulty doing things that "normal" people take for granted.Different disability, but due to vision loss recently, I can relate to that "damn, I'm so stinkin' slow!" feeling just trying to get through normal day-to-day stuff.

...most people dont quite know what the fuck to make of me and are intimidated...But...! It's quite clear that you are just a big dick with an attitude! (You know, the good kind! ;) ) Anvil hands, eh? :worship:

koan -- I'm glad you are back to posting here.

I waste time on boards, and the internet in general, when I have deadlines and people who are going to be disappointed in me.It's no waste of time when you post here :pepper: ; if you didn't I'd be disappointed! :sadcheer:

I am moving to Alabama. On purpose. And I'm happy about it. Pretty sure that's a symptom of something seriously wrong.I'm sure I'm happy you are happy bla-bla-bla-and-all-that-be-a-good-friend-stuff, but DAMMIT, you moving to Alabama away from me is now what is wrong with me. Thanks a whole hella lot, bud! :madrazz:

I know you guys must be busy packing and preparing this weekend; have a safe and fun trip across country to your new life! :cheer:

God killed my kittens.I hope mommy cat is ok. :gatto: :( :kitty:

:fishie: :fishie: :fishie: :fishie:

You'd think it's too early in the day for something to be wrong with me already, but, err, I woke up at 4:30a and couldn't get back to sleep. That wouldn't be so bad except I don't get to sleep until 2a, so this bodes ill for the rest of the day.

[godfry n. glad]

Pesci...

Hey, I don't have any accurate idea of what's coming down with you, but I just want to say that you are very special for who you are now and have been since I stumbled into the scene. From my perspective, you have been the one who has been able to reach out and genuinely communicate honestly. That's really a tough standard to meet with the untrusting like myself. I hope I have never said anything malicious to or about you. If I have, or you think I have, I recant and apologize.

I don't think you should go underground at all...I think you should continue being who you are....

godfry

And, on topic...I'm going deaf in my right ear. Since I already have a hearing aid in my left ear, if it happens, I'll have aids. Two of 'em. One in each ear. I'm going deaf.

[Ymir's blood]

God killed my kittens. :sadnana:
Two for sorrow, not for joy.

:comfort:

[inland wave]

I have too much I want to do and a lot I have to do, and yet I spend way too much time doing nothing.
Are you sure your not related to Warrenly?

[lisarea]

I have too much I want to do and a lot I have to do, and yet I spend way too much time doing nothing.
Are you sure your not related to Warrenly?

If that's an indication, I'm afraid a lot of us are descended from some kind of mitochrondrial warrenly or something.

Shouts out to brother Crumb.

[inland wave]

I have too much I want to do and a lot I have to do, and yet I spend way too much time doing nothing.
I was just amused that's all, it sounds like something Warrenly would say. I think that this quote is the hum-drum of life for most all of us, myself included. Warrenly is all the time telling me that Crumb is the son he never had--they are on the same wave link 99.99% percent of the time.

[Crumb]

Except he seems to think this is a motorcycle... :biker:

Thanks for the sympathy. It is good to hear that there are others out there like me. :yup: Although, it could make me fear for the future of humanity. :noid: I know who my dad is though, and it is not Warrenly. If you go back far enough I know we have a common ancestor somewhere though. :wink:

[Gurdur]

John Carter -- Actually, I believe the emotion that my ex-friend most clearly expressed was abject indifference. That's probably worse than hate. I do think all the communications have been attempted and concluded, but you ask pertinent questions for a situation like mine. Thanks!
I have a friend who is suffering over losing an online friend

Allow me a small interruption here, pardon me, but I would say John Carter was spot-on.
Pesci, if you're really concerned with your friend, have you actually tried contacting that friend at all ?
If not, then it looks like more your own decision to break, rather than one-sided; and let's just assume for example you had managed to anger said friend through something you did; then a very simple apology, without rationalisations or excuses, should cover the trick, and I assume that can be easily done in private, without any need for public embarrassment.

If I were you, that's what I would have tried already; but if you don't do anything like that at all, then it looks like ever more your own decision to "break".
In any case, as someone else said, it's hardly something to "go underground" about at all.
That's the sum total of my interruption, and I'll leave it at that.

[pescifish]

Allow me a small interruption here, pardon me, but I would say John Carter was spot-on.
Pesci, if you're really concerned with your friend, have you actually tried contacting that friend at all ?
If not, then it looks like more your own decision to break, rather than one-sided; and let's just assume for example you had managed to anger said friend through something you did; then a very simple apology, without rationalisations or excuses, should cover the trick, and I assume that can be easily done in private, without any need for public embarrassment.

If I were you, that's what I would have tried already; but if you don't do anything like that at all, then it looks like ever more your own decision to "break".
In any case, as someone else said, it's hardly something to "go underground" about at all.
That's the sum total of my interruption, and I'll leave it at that.You and John Carter are right, Gurdur. I have given several apologies regarding the situation, but they have all been public. If you feel privately is a good idea, then I will give it a go. :yup:

[MooseIBe]

Right now, I am anxious about an interview I have to go to tomorrow :(.

And my tummy's too big.

[Crumb]

Good luck on the interview Moosie. Crumb is sending you good vibes: :vibes:

[pescifish]

Good luck, MooseIBe -- great sig line btw: excellent line from my favorite movie of all time!

Good news for me today: the two toes I smashed yesterday aren't hurting as much this morning.

Bad news is that I can no longer use that as an excuse not to mow the lawn! :mowlawn:

[pescifish]

Ok, that's not really bad news. I love mowing the lawn!

:mowlawn: :mowlawn: :mowlawn:

I'll do that as soon as I run the dogs on the treadmill. :tread: :dogrun:

[pescifish]

And, on topic...I'm going deaf in my right ear. Since I already have a hearing aid in my left ear, if it happens, I'll have aids. Two of 'em. One in each ear. I'm going deaf.It's weird. I think I might have expected to have problems with my back or hips or knees as I got older, but I don't think I really thought about losing any of the 6 senses. :study:
It really sucks when the spare starts to go. :listen:

Hey maybe we can get a third and make the whole team: :noevil2:
Thank you for your kind words too, godfry.

[lisarea]

Hey, so I just remembered something I've been meaning to ask people for a long-assed time, and this is a good place to do it, I reckon.

So. My only fault is that I have some hearing loss. Nothing else. I am physically, psychologically, and intellectually flawless apart from that. Sort of like some I am from some crazy kind of atomic super-race or something. I try not to brag about that much, but I just thought I should mention that, in the interests of disclosure and all.

I do not really know the depth and breadth and height of said hearing loss. I just had a series of ear infections some time back, some of them pretty bad, and the dr. told me that I had a lot of scar tissue there from the eardrum poppings, and was going to lose some of my hearing.

Which brings me to my question. Sometimes, when someone is talking to me, I cannot process it. I think I hear them, and I know they're talking, but I can't understand them. The Little Muffin speaks German, so sometimes I think he's speaking German to me, or maybe just hip teen lingo or just being a buttface, as he is wont to do. I think I can hear the actual sounds. I just can't piece them together. Sometimes, especially if I've made someone repeat themselves a couple of times already, I can reconstruct what they said forensically, sort of, just by taking the context and piecing together the things I heard, probably (but I'm not sure) filling in blanks and such.

Is that like hearing loss, or is that some kind of brain damage or something? It doesn't happen with writing, so if it's a brain thing, it's probably in the part that processes speech, I guess. It started happening when I got the ear damage, though, so it's probably that. But man, it's weird. I don't feel like I can't hear. It's just like I don't understand what I'm hearing.

[pescifish]

When my mother went in because of trouble understanding people, they did the standard sound hearing tests. Being on the eldery side of life, she had experienced some hearing loss according to the tests. Just a bit, not very much. But they did some other tests as well and the doctor concluded that she had lost some of the brain/ear connection that reduced her ability to put the sounds into her usual language form for comprehension. She said he asked her if she had had any bad ear infections at any point (she hadn't).

I never went with her for any of those appointments, so I didn't get to ask him any questions. And, um... my mother wasn't too good at her perception of reality at this stage of the game, so you can take what I'm saying she said the doctor said as not very reliable. But, FWIW, that's what she said she was told. I don't know if they suggested anything could be done for it. If a doctor couldn't give her a pill to "fix it", she never cared to listen to other treatments. I suspect there was something simple the doctor recommended, but she refused to consider it.

Plus it gave her an easy out for why she didn't remember or listen to my sister and I when we were trying to help her deal with her household stuff or whatever. She would say "What? You never said that!"

Of course, she could hear us whisper something gossipy in the next room. Convenient, I thought.

[lisarea]

Wow! I'm glad I finally remembered to ask. That sounds like it's pretty likely what happened.

Anyway, I'm not too concerned about it, so I probably wouldn't take any big measures to fix it either. It really only happens every now and again, and I figure with something like that, the solution is pretty much always compensation. And I've been getting pretty good at compensation, so probably the majority of the time it happens, I'm the only one who knows. I just delay my response for a couple of seconds while I reconstruct what I just heard.

But mark my words: Next time anyone is mean to me for any reason, I'm playing the "poor old brain-damaged me" card. In fact, this may end up being a net win for me.

[John Carter]

The same thing happens to me occasionally, lisarea. I can hear the syllables, but they just don't register as anything intelligible. I've never had a severe ear infections though.

[xishi]

my landlady is being a total bitch..i need to move but she is not about returning my substantial deposit...will have to get legal..am overwhelmed at the idea of gathering my things up and moving them somewhere else..especially as have not even begun to look for the somewhere else...i just want to sleep..eat..bathe...and play on the computer...also i really need a haircut...but due to moving expenses feel i should wait..but then think it might be a good thing to go ahead and get it trimmed as i will feel glamourous and will find other problems not so dismal...other than that i am ok

[kensloft]

My dog, Zeus, still has smelly shit.
Zeus chewed a hole in his carrier on the plane and now I can't resell it.
My computer stopped working after the flight. When I saw that it wasn't with the fragile goods that it was supposed to be with and was going around the carousel I knew that I was fucked. Plugging it in told me that I was right. Reading the fine print in the airline ticket told me that I was right and I was truly fucked, fucking going to have to fix the fucking thing at the new local computer store that is being run by mainland Chinese guys that smiled widely when they saw my predicament. Had this vision of my being turned on a spit.
Haven't been drunk in a long time and am becoming unglued. Haven't smoked pot in three weeks and am becoming unglued. :fuming:
I am enjoying my new life out west and am becoming unglued. Not used to so much happiness all the time. :eek:
All the politicians that I was aggravating back home in Toronto are happy that I am gone. All the people that I was helping are becoming unglued. That is causing me to become unglued because I can't make it to all the meetings that I had to go to before. Now I have to wait for telephone calls and because this is dial up I am becoming unglued because I have to stay off line during the possible hours that I can be called. :sadcheer:

On the what's right with me side you'll have to go to the what's right with me thread. :cool:

[xishi]

sounds like most of your problems can be solved with a large tube of superglue...just kidding..couldn't resist

[godfry n. glad]

I lost the love of my life, and the best influence in my life, the best part of my life, to ovarian cancer. Recently.

Man, does that suck. Big time.

[Beth]

I lost the love of my life, and the best influence in my life, the best part of my life, to ovarian cancer. Recently.

Man, does that suck. Big time.
:hug: Sorry, godfry. That really, truly does suck.

[Sonnet]

I lost the love of my life, and the best influence in my life, the best part of my life, to ovarian cancer. Recently.

Man, does that suck. Big time.

:deepsigh:

How long ago? :badday:

:kickcan:

[Godless Dave]

I have borrowed far more money than I'm comfortable with and seem to be incapable of budgeting or fiscal restraint. Despite this, I have an excellent credit rating and banks are only to happy to lend me more money; in fact they are begging me to borrow money from them.

There's quite a bit more wrong with me that I've discussed at length in a certain private forum. Much of it is just too embarassing to share where people I know IRL could conceivable find it. But my threads in that forum boil down to this:

Whining about not having a girlfriend.
Whining about having a girlfriend.

[MooseIBe]

Interview went okay .. nothing much wrong with me today except I have to clean the microwave and am putting it off :)

[inland wave]

overweight
cranky, bored with my job and ready to do something else
don't care for hot, humid summers
living in a house that I acutally like, but everyone else in the family hates (it does have its problems)
I am one of Randy Newmans "short people"
finding myself wanting to be responsiblity free and I want to have a life with my husband :yup:

[inland wave]

"I have borrowed far more money than I'm comfortable with and seem to be incapable of budgeting or fiscal restraint. Despite this, I have an excellent credit rating and banks are only to happy to lend me more money; in fact they are begging me to borrow money from them." Goddless Dave

I/We can relate to that big time.

[godfry n. glad]

I have borrowed far more money than I'm comfortable with and seem to be incapable of budgeting or fiscal restraint. Despite this, I have an excellent credit rating and banks are only to happy to lend me more money; in fact they are begging me to borrow money from them.

Why...GD... That's not wrong; that's the "American Way."

I found out the credit industry's term for someone like me, who tends to pay off their accumulated credit purchases every month. "Deadbeat."

The credit industry lurves those that pay the minimum balance on their outstanding debt. They'll offer more and more and more.

[godfry n. glad]

I lost the love of my life, and the best influence in my life, the best part of my life, to ovarian cancer. Recently.

Man, does that suck. Big time.

:deepsigh:

How long ago? :badday:

:kickcan:

August 22, 2003.

[Dingfod]

The credit industry lurves those that pay the minimum balance on their outstanding debt. They'll offer more and more and more.They must be creaming their jeans thinking about me then.

[Dingfod]

What is *wrong* with me?

I'm fucking stupid, that's what. I don't do it on purpose, I just can't keep from pissing my wife off. Now she's mad at me a-fucking-gain. I think I'll just go fly a kite in a power substation during a thunderstorm to atone for my stupidity.

[godfry n. glad]

What?

Just because you used the phrase "creaming their jeans"?

Or that this guy can pay off his monthly credit bills and you can't?

Look... If it makes you feel any better, the only reason I can now pay the monthly credit bills is that my wife is dead. Her death paid off her accrued credit debt of over $10,000, which we'd relatively recently folded into the home improvement loan (insured, of course). I'd rather have the debt than the death.

[Dingfod]

No, it's not related to my interaction with you, but it is about money and something I wrote in Brim's thread. After he wrote something about the Nigerian having big money problems, I wrote "He must have a wife." Yep, I stuck the 10-1/2 D right straight between the pearly whites.

[xishi]

godfry...i am really sad to know you have lost your love....but at least you had her and loved her...

[godfry n. glad]

godfry...i am really sad to know you have lost your love....but at least you had her and loved her...

Thanks.

Yeah, I know. It's just that when you finally get it right (we were perpetually amazed that we found each other in this great big mixed up world) and set to go at least 50 years together, it hurts when you lose that person less than 20 years into your time together.

I'm happy that I got to make her happy for the last 20 years of her life....I just wish it had been more. Dying at 52 is too damned early, especially when it's my sweetheart. I suspect that anybody's sweetheart dying is possibly too early...

This forum has been a healing experience for me. I lost the nearest and dearest to my heart and felt adrift in a hostile universe. This was someplace I could come and grieve in my idiosyncratic way. I'm really sorry if anybody has felt put upon by my loss... I just need to express my loss. Somehow. Even though I know it's inexpressible and ineffable.

We were exceedingly...blessed...I guess...that we knew and loved each other. Which is what makes the loss ever so painful for me. I have lost my mate. I watched her die. I held her hand. I was powerless to change anything.

Thanks, everyone, for listening. And caring.

Ivy now resides in the rose garden. As she wished....

godfry n. gladinuer

[inland wave]

No, it's not related to my interaction with you, but it is about money and something I wrote in Brim's thread. After he wrote something about the Nigerian having big money problems, I wrote "He must have a wife." Yep, I stuck the 10-1/2 D right straight between the pearly whites.

You didn't piss me off, I was just noting that I read it. Lighten-up would ya.
Geeezzzeee...........I read lots of threads, some you have written on some you haven't.

[lisarea]

Y'all are just bickering like an...

Oh.

I get it.

Anyways, what's wrong with me is I feel like fighting, and nobody will fight with me.

Also, you are all a bunch of trifling-assed jive turkeys is what you are.

Yeah. That's what I said. Jive turkeys. Every last one of you.

[inland wave]

Y'all are just bickering like an...

Oh.

I get it.

Anyways, what's wrong with me is I feel like fighting, and nobody will fight with me.

Also, you are all a bunch of trifling-assed jive turkeys is what you are.

Yeah. That's what I said. Jive turkeys. Every last one of you.


Someone having a bad day? Yes we bicker, cuss and bite. How about you?
Been awhile since I've heard "jive turkey". What kind of fighting do you want to do? Boxing, fist, word? I find a round of the game of "Pictionary" (sp?) will take the fight right out of you.

[lisarea]

Someone is having a bad day? Yes we bicker, cuss and bite.

I'm just envious because nobody will fight with me today.


How about you?
Been awhile since I've heard "jive turkey". What kind of fightind do you want to do? Boxing, fist, word?

Nah. Just feel like cold stepping to someone, but nobody will bite. I thought maybe I could rile someone up by casting wide character aspersions.

But that was before I realized all of y'all jive turkeys are too chicken to fight me. Bok bok bok!

[viscousmemories]

I had no idea chicken clucking was spelled "Bok bok bok". That's just perfect.

[godfry n. glad]

I had no idea chicken clucking was spelled "Bok bok bok". That's just perfect.

Well, the capitalist chickens cluck with "buk buk buk", but it's just a dialectical differentiation.

[Ensign Steve]

I'm sorry, I just can't fight with someone who uses the word "Jive" correctly. I respect that too much.

[xishi]

godfry...you were there...i am sure that meant everything to her...

[inland wave]

I had no idea chicken clucking was spelled "Bok bok bok". That's just perfect.

Well, the capitalist chickens cluck with "buk buk buk", but it's just a dialectical differentiation.
:doh:

[Godless Dave]

Which brings me to my question. Sometimes, when someone is talking to me, I cannot process it. I think I hear them, and I know they're talking, but I can't understand them. The Little Muffin speaks German, so sometimes I think he's speaking German to me, or maybe just hip teen lingo or just being a buttface, as he is wont to do. I think I can hear the actual sounds. I just can't piece them together. Sometimes, especially if I've made someone repeat themselves a couple of times already, I can reconstruct what they said forensically, sort of, just by taking the context and piecing together the things I heard, probably (but I'm not sure) filling in blanks and such.

Is that like hearing loss, or is that some kind of brain damage or something? It doesn't happen with writing, so if it's a brain thing, it's probably in the part that processes speech, I guess. It started happening when I got the ear damage, though, so it's probably that. But man, it's weird. I don't feel like I can't hear. It's just like I don't understand what I'm hearing.

The way you describe it makes it sound like some kind of aphasia, which is damage to language processing areas of the brain. Ever had a stroke? A blow to the head? If you were made of money I'd suggest seeing a neurologist.

[livius drusus]

This forum has been a healing experience for me. I lost the nearest and dearest to my heart and felt adrift in a hostile universe. This was someplace I could come and grieve in my idiosyncratic way. I'm really sorry if anybody has felt put upon by my loss... I just need to express my loss. Somehow. Even though I know it's inexpressible and ineffable.

If anyone here has ever felt put upon by your loss, godfry, it's because they didn't realize that's what it was. Nobody who has seen your mourning could do anything but respect its depth, and respect you for expressing it so sincerely.

:badday:

[Gurdur]

The way you describe it makes it sound like some kind of aphasia, which is damage to language processing areas of the brain. Ever had a stroke? A blow to the head? If you were made of money I'd suggest seeing a neurologist.
uh, pardon me when I disagree with you here, Godless Dave, but I would say a good audiologist is more in order as a first step.
This sounds to me much more possibly to be selective hearing loss in the region 2 Khz to 6 Khz, the most important for human speech, and the hearing frequency region most susceptible to hearing loss caused by illness, medications or noise (including loud music).
Just on the brief description, I'ld say several frequencies seemed to have dropped out there, most likely owing to cochlea outer hair cell loss, and the damage will probably slowly progress; a good hearing aid would be well in order, but eventually learning lip-reading would be a very good idea.

A peculiar kind of aphasia is a possibility, and there are other conditions that can mimic it as well (i.e. damage to the auditory cortex rather than the language areas), but I would still say a good audiologist and the usual battery of specific frequency hearing tests, plus the battery of normal ear-signal producing tests (yes, the ear produces signals -- noise -- itself at individually fixed frequencies, and these signals are of very useful diagnostic help), should be most definitely the very first step.

BTW, if taking asprin, especially regularly, then stop taking asprin. Completely. Use paracetomol (Panadol) or ibuprofen instead. And do lots of Vitamin-B-complex.

[Beth]

I was just told my step-father-in-law (my husband's step father) was just rushed off in an ambulance- they think he had a heart attack. This isn't his first one, he had one a few years ago. His adult daughter disappeared a few months after giving birth to a wonderful little boy and we think her husband killed her, after that, he started smoking again and his stress built up again.

My son worships his pawpa. I just hope that Paul is fine, I don't know how my kids will take it if he isn't.

[Gurdur]

Good luck, Beth.

[Dingfod]

For your kid's sake, I hope he is okay.

[godfry n. glad]

I'm hoping it was a false alarm, but if it wasn't, that it was minor and he's on the mend as we speak.

[Crumb]

I sure hope he pulls through Beth and has many more years with you and the kids.

[lisarea]

If anyone here has ever felt put upon by your loss, godfry, it's because they didn't realize that's what it was. Nobody who has seen your mourning could do anything but respect its depth, and respect you for expressing it so sincerely.

:badday:

What she said. And please don't mistake people not knowing what to say with people not caring or being put out, too.

[Crumb]

What she said. And please don't mistake people not knowing what to say with people not caring or being put out, too.

Yeah, I don't really know what to say, but I do care godfry for whatever it's worth.

[lisarea]

Plus thanks Dave and Gurdur (and you other guys in case I forgot to thank you before). I'll stop taking aspirin, but I'm not sure there's much else I can do right now, because I am just made out of dumb old meat instead of money. I just hope I don't go deaf before my Handsome Boy Modeling School CDs get here. That would just be the icing on the cake.

Anyway, it doesn't happen all the time or anything. Or at least if it does, I don't know about it. Like there was this guy in one of Oliver Sacks' books who had all this brain damage and was totally blind, but he didn't know he was blind. Maybe I'm totally deaf and just don't even know it because the part of my brain that would know about it is cream of wheat.

So, yeah. That's my solution. I give up on the unattainable goal of everything actually being OK, and now I'm going to focus on trying to achieve some kind of 'blissful ignorance' type of brain damage instead.

Now, where the hell is my Leatherman?

PS: Beth, I'm so sorry. I hope he's OK.

[godfry n. glad]

This forum has been a healing experience for me. I lost the nearest and dearest to my heart and felt adrift in a hostile universe. This was someplace I could come and grieve in my idiosyncratic way. I'm really sorry if anybody has felt put upon by my loss... I just need to express my loss. Somehow. Even though I know it's inexpressible and ineffable.

If anyone here has ever felt put upon by your loss, godfry, it's because they didn't realize that's what it was. Nobody who has seen your mourning could do anything but respect its depth, and respect you for expressing it so sincerely.

:badday:


Thank you, livius. I occasionally think that those here have had an amazing amount of forebearance in dealing with an old fart angry at the stinkin' universe and the forces of entropy for stealing his sweetheart. That's why the open thanks to all...

There are those here who are special to me and most of you know who you are. Special thanks to y'all, too.

[godfry n. glad]

What she said. And please don't mistake people not knowing what to say with people not caring or being put out, too.

Yeah, I don't really know what to say, but I do care godfry for whatever it's worth.

Yeah... I don't expect people to know what to say, especially when few, if any, have even met me, much less Ivy. The thing is, as you get older, you get a bit more proficient at it through practice, but it's never easy. Until this happened to me, I never had any idea of the emotional impact such an event has. My mother's death, my father's death and my brother's death were all sorta... detached... There was impact, but not anywhere as devastating as the loss of my sweetheart. My mother and father had led full lives and my brother's death was release from years of invalidism. But Ivy...well, her death keeps bringing to mind the eulogy from Four Weddings and a Funeral..."Stop all the clocks..."

I haven't cried this much in my life. I'm a year and a half out from her death and I still have uncontrolled loss of composure where I liberally irrigate my face. I'll probably continue to break down when I hear ukulele music, see women knitting and on Jewish holidays.

It is my wish that everyone here could experience the love that Ivy and I did. What a joy. A shared giggle, a snide comment and a furtive ass-grab.

Thanks, Crumb... I'm just waxing maudlin.

[Crumb]

Wax away.

[godfry n. glad]

Wax away.

"Wax on....wax off..." ~ Mr. Miyagi

[Beth]

Good news, Paul will be ok they gave him nitro glicerine and some other stuff in time. Bad news, :sob: I lost my daughter's puppy and we have been searching for hours for him. I got back on the computer to make posters.

Brownie:

[viscousmemories]

Glad to hear Paul will be okay, sorry about the puppy. :(

[godfry n. glad]

Hear, hear about Paul...

Brownie, eh? Is he one them Weissenheimers?

[pescifish]

I'm glad they got your husband's step father got treatment early!

And I hope by the time I come back to the forum in the morning, Brownie has come home. Good luck, Beth.

godfry, I'll chime in with the rest of the crew regarding your feelings as you relearn to live without your beloved. I suspect that your sharing, with its depth and honesty, has helped others on this board deal with their own losses.

[Beth]

Thanks guys. I'm sory for grabbing for attention in this thread. We searched everywhere. I walked for hours, maybe six or so. I must have twisted my leg because my uppper thigh is in very bad pain, but I have to ignore that after I get my son off, I intend to walk several more miles today to see if the dog was spotted. The people who own the ten acre pasture behing me said they saw a brown dog walking in the neighborhood accross from them. My hubby is checking the pound today.

We put up posters at the Circle K and and the ball park and every stop sign within a couple miles from here. Problem is is that he is a fantastic puppy, the most unique and wonderful creature I have ever met. I have not much doubt that if he is found, no one will want to part with him. He is solid brown, from lis nose, lips, and paws, and is simply beautiful. That puppy was my baby and I honestly hurt like a child is missing, even though I know that is just not right. But dammit, puppy was my little baby and had horrible seperation anxiety when away from me. I never, in my wildest thoughts, figured he would run off.

My son hates me now. My daughter cries, and is carrying his picture to school to ask kids around here if they saw him. Things were so depressed in this house, Brownie brough such joy into it, he made us all happy. At least I did not have to give the kids bad news about Paul as well as the puppy.

[Godless Dave]

Does he have a tag with your phone number and address? I spent the $60 or so to have one of those microchips implanted in my cat, even though I don't let her outside, and I think it was worth it.

[Beth]

No, he was just a puppy. I had not taken him to the vet yet because he was not due for his next set of shots for two weeks and was too young for his rabies shots so we could not get his tag. I could kick myself now, he had a fuzzy, red collar on, but no tag giving his name or address. My other animals are chipped, just not this puppy. Just got done stuffing my face and drying my eyes, heading out to tresspass and hunt for my puppy now.

[Godless Dave]

I totally agree with Gurdur on one thing: the first step in diagnosing any kind of hearing loss would be an audiologist. My "advice" to consult a neurologist was not very helpful; it was an expression of my latent scientific curiosity being aroused by malfunctioning language abilities.

The reason I thought aphasia was because you said you heard the sounds but couldn't put them together into speech that meant anything. I was especially intrigued that you could sometimes reconstruct the speech later. Keep in mind this is based on a lazy undergraduate's understanding of linguistics in 1991 or so.

[Gurdur]

I totally agree with Gurdur on one thing: the first step in diagnosing any kind of hearing loss would be an audiologist. My "advice" to consult a neurologist was not very helpful; it was an expression of my latent scientific curiosity being aroused by malfunctioning language abilities.

The reason I thought aphasia was because you said you heard the sounds but couldn't put them together into speech that meant anything. I was especially intrigued that you could sometimes reconstruct the speech later. Keep in mind this is based on a lazy undergraduate's understanding of linguistics in 1991 or so.
Hey, look, pardon my disagreeing, I found your own speculative diagnosis quite interesting, and I think it was very helpful of you to make it.

[Beth]

Holy freaking gosh, guys! My puppy came back! I was on the phone crying to a friend about being worried sick that either a hawk or a snake got it and I saw it looking in at me through the sliding glass doors. I just went berkerk and hollered out he is home! Everyone was so happy! My daughter started screaming "Oh my God, my puppy!" and fell on the ground to get smothered in kisses by him when I showed up at her bus stop with him.

He is skinnier and covered with fleas, but I just gave him a flea bath and sprayed him and fed him milk and a treat, part of my Cuban, because he wouldn't touch the dog food. Now he is asleep, wrapped in towels, in my arms all warm and cozy. I never in my life thought I could love another animal so much. I don't even love my Cuddles like this puppy. Everyone, from my MIL to my kids, to my neighbors were crying about this dog, he is just so special and unique.

I am getting a tag like Dave described this weekend and I will get him chipped next vet visit. I never want to lose him again.

I walked for about six hours yesterday hunting for him and three this morning- about 12 miles this morning- meeting residents, handing out phone numbers, I was so convinced he was gone for good because of all the farm land and swamps that I saw. I am exhausted but happy. My father-in-law is fine and my daughter's dog is back, my family is so lucky to be spared such loss. Despite all the bad we still deal with, in comparison to what could go wrong, nothing is wrong and we can manage all the little blows and spats life wants to throw our way. :)

[viscousmemories]

Congrats, Beth. :appl:

[Beth]

Thank you, Tom. :)

[Crumb]

Great Beth! Now hold on tight to him and don't let him go! :wink:

[Noodlenader]

I am procrastinating cleaning the kitchen

I'm in a really cuddly mood, with no-one to cuddle with :(

I haven't done my taxes

My uterus is screaming "ARRRRRRRRGG IMPREGNATE ME NOOWWWWWWWWWWW"

I've found the only way to rid yourself of temptation is to succumb to it.

I don't have good circulation in my hands/feet.

I have very high expectations for myself, and thus am successful in what I put my mind to- however I am infinitely dissappointed in myself when I can't train/manage others to be better than me.. (student surpassing teacher, etc)
..which leads me to- as much as I wish otherwise, my positive attitude and reinforcement can't change people's attutudes of themselves.

Everthing really boils down to; either you have it, or you don't.

And I'm fucking clingy as hell, and NO I will not loosen my death-grip

I miss my Chris *whine*

[Dingfod]

I am procrastinating cleaning the kitchenAlmost everyone does that.

I'm in a really cuddly mood, with no-one to cuddle with :( {{{{{Noodlenader}}}}}

I haven't done my taxesDid you file an extension?

My uterus is screaming "ARRRRRRRRGG IMPREGNATE ME NOOWWWWWWWWWWW"Sorry, can't help you there. Can't say I even sympathize.

I've found the only way to rid yourself of temptation is to succumb to it.Tis one way, anyway.

I don't have good circulation in my hands/feet.Cold hands, warm heart, that's what they say.

I have very high expectations for myself, and thus am successful in what I put my mind to- however I am infinitely dissappointed in myself when I can't train/manage others to be better than me.. (student surpassing teacher, etc)
..which leads me to- as much as I wish otherwise, my positive attitude and reinforcement can't change people's attutudes of themselves. Gawd, I wish you just saying that would rub off on me a little. heh

Everthing really boils down to; either you have it, or you don't.And you either do it, or someone else will.

And I'm fucking clingy as hell, and NO I will not loosen my death-gripI have a feeling nobody that your clingy toward actually objects.

I miss my Chris *whine*I bet you do. {{{{{Noodlenader}}}}}

[Nil Desperandum]

I am procrastinating cleaning the kitchen
No one's there to make sure you do it, sweetie. Don't wake up with dishes in the sink and you'll be fine.

I'm in a really cuddly mood, with no-one to cuddle with :(
Less than 60 days, babe, and I'm home!!@#$ :wub:

I haven't done my taxes
And for as fiscally buff as you are?

My uterus is screaming "ARRRRRRRRGG IMPREGNATE ME NOOWWWWWWWWWWW"
*cough* We'll have to work on that when, I, uhhh, get back. ;)

I've found the only way to rid yourself of temptation is to succumb to it.
Oh boy, you've got some explaining to do on this one. ;)

I don't have good circulation in my hands/feet.
Hypertension is probably the cause, since you worry so much, love.
Health Shtuff (http://www.organicnutrition.co.uk/articles/circulation.htm)

I have very high expectations for myself, and thus am successful in what I put my mind to- however I am infinitely dissappointed in myself when I can't train/manage others to be better than me.. (student surpassing teacher, etc)
Babe, you have to realize something here. One, you aren't perfect. You won't ever be. Another thing that would help you out here is that you must realize that while you do technically "lead" this people, learning is a two-way street. You can learn from your trainees as much as you can learn from yourself in training them, and vice versa. IPU knows being in the military for 6 years, and being imprisoned with idiot guards running the show, that if you refuse to listen to those beneath you, you are guaranteeing yourself to frustration, a more hindered flow of communication, and ultimately the very goal that you seek - success. Take a step back, breath, realize you are only human and that you cannot have all the answers 100%, right on the dot. You still have much room to grow and learn the easiest way for Jamie to do things, and particularly how you relate to others. Another note - the disappointment, while I sympathize with you, is ultimately doing more harm than good. It is reasonable to have expectations for yourself, sweetie, but when you make unreasonable expectations of yourself, you are only setting yourself up for failure. Take it easy, learn to be patient with yourself, and remember, those you are training can train you just as easily. With position/rank comes responsibility, moreso to those around you after yourself, so grow within, and then you'll grow out and help others just as you want to. :) :)

..which leads me to- as much as I wish otherwise, my positive attitude and reinforcement can't change people's attutudes of themselves.
BABY! :hug: You are putting so much on your plate. Step back and see the forest. aWwwwwwwww. Baby. :hug: Sweetie Poo, listen up honey!! Your positive attitude and reinforcement can't change their attitude. You've already acknowledged the first step. Now, as a suggestion, perhaps you can learn that you can change *YOUR* attitude about the situation, particularly the pressures you are putting on yourself to express that maternal sense you possess. It is a wonderful quality, but when you over-exert yourself, sweetie, you are bound to increase your stress, and subsequently, disappointment over not achieving a goal that isn't achievable. Do not ever stop being positive or reinforcing those values that you are acknowledging in these "people" you speak of. You can only serve them by radiating the purity of your own heart, with a loving intent. So long as you come from a good place, the energy they receive will be good. They may not be receptive to it, but that does not count as a failing on anybody's part, especially their own. They just are not in the same place that you are. Baby, even subconsciously, communication causes problems. I'm 100% confident you work this out, just please don't be so hard on yourself. :) :)

Everthing really boils down to; either you have it, or you don't.
I disagree. You either expect something to happen and be content when it does or does not happen, or you expect something to happen and become crestfallen when it doesn't. You are obviously stressing yourself out more than is necessary, babe. Then again, much with the temptation issue, you can only learn from certain experiences by them being just that - an experience, and not learned solely through the words of a trusting and loving significant other...

And I'm fucking clingy as hell, and NO I will not loosen my death-grip

I miss my Chris *whine*
Death-grip to what, baby? Silly. Who said you had to, anyway? Hmmm.

I love you. I hope my words helped. It helped me realize some things just talking about it. :)

Chris

[Noodlenader]

I fuckin love you so much, Chris, <3 Thank you. :cheerup:

[Crumb]

Why the <3??? :bull:

[Ensign Steve]

It's a little ascii heart. Why does that anger you so much, Crumb?

[Crumb]

Because there are perfectly good smilies provided here at :ff: that would do the same job wonderfully, and wouldn't look so darn silly.

:beating: :candyhrt: :heart: :love: :hearts:

:) Smilies make Crumb happy.

[godfry n. glad]

I don't know what fukken thread I'm in...:rant:

Oh...

...there it is at the top of the page.

Nevermind.

[pescifish]

Here's the list, according to the urgent care :doctor2: from which I just returned:
ear infection
sinusitis
bronchitis
So I got me my little white bag full of drugs. And they better work; I'm sick of being sick! I was hoping to score some hydrocodone with tylenol like the doc in Georgia gave me last year for my horrible cough. That stuff made the cough and just about everything else bad just Go Away. Wheee! But, no-o-o-o, I got lameass prescription cough syrup. :sadcheer:

[Gurdur]

Um, please pardon me interrupting yet again, but please, in case of severe ear infection, especially when combined with other things, you must get a good strong antibiotic course. This is really important.

[Ex-zombie]

After not living here for twenty three years I had forgotten how much I dislike Southerners. Their racial hatred and rabid fundamentalism is reminding me all too quickly. Do you think I could Fed-Ex myself back to Cal?

It's not all bad though. I fucking love my new job!

[viscousmemories]

Sorry you're sick, pescifish. :hug:

Hi Ex-zombie! :wave:

[JoeP]

Title of thread: What is *wrong* with you?!!
I fuckin love you so much, Chris, <3 Thank you. :cheerup:
I'm reading this thread backwards (what's *wrong* with this *software*??) so I came across this message before the previous one, and I'm thinking - this is something "*wrong*"???? :D

[pescifish]

Um, please pardon me interrupting yet again, but please, in case of severe ear infection, especially when combined with other things, you must get a good strong antibiotic course. This is really important.Yup! :yup:
It was the pain in the ear that got me to see the doctor. The chest cold had been moving along a pretty standard course since last Friday and seemed to be moving out, but the minute things started up in my head I knew I'd probably developed a secondary bacterial infection and I needed antibiotics.

I didn't even wait until the morning -- went in last night at 9:30p. I have antibiotics, a prescription cough syrup and an inhaler, though I am not having any real trouble breathing.

[SharonDee]

I hope your latest drug cocktail makes you right as rain again, pescifish! :hug:

After not living here for twenty three years I had forgotten how much I dislike Southerners.Hey! :glare:
Their racial hatred and rabid fundamentalism is reminding me all too quickly. Oh, you're not talking about me. :phew:
It's not all bad though. I fucking love my new job! I'm glad to hear that the Mean Ol' South can provide a living for you, O prodigal son. :P

[Nil Desperandum]

I fuckin love you so much, Chris, <3 Thank you. :cheerup:

Hey, I didn't go to prison to come out exactly the same.

I've got your back any day of the week!
<3

Chris

[Crumb]

<3

/me weeps.

[Nil Desperandum]

<3

* Crumb weeps.

* Nil Desperandum blushes.

[Crumb]

/me has a strange suspicion he was misunderstood. :dunno:

[Nil Desperandum]

* Nil Desperandum has a very familiar suspicion that Crumb is misunderstanding. :)

[Crumb]

/me thinks Chris needs to be enlightened in the use of the /me hack. :wink:

[viscousmemories]

Everytime I read "the /me hack" I think of the three Kings whose names I can't remember.

[SharonDee]

Everytime I read "the /me hack" I think of the three Kings whose names I can't remember.Stephen, Martin Luther, and... Burger? :girlthink:

:idea: Oh, wait, I remember: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! [But were they kings?] The guys my friend always thought were "hat rack, meat shack, and a billy goat."

[Ugh. I really must get some sleep.] :tired:

[Godless Dave]

Everytime I read "the /me hack" I think of the three Kings whose names I can't remember.

Moe, Larry, Curly.

[viscousmemories]

Oh, wait, I remember: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! [But were they kings?]
That's the ticket! /me hack, Meshach. Now do you see?

Moe, Larry, Curly.
:stooges:

[Cool Hand]

After not living here for twenty three years I had forgotten how much I dislike Southerners. Their racial hatred and rabid fundamentalism is reminding me all too quickly. Do you think I could Fed-Ex myself back to Cal?

It's not all bad though. I fucking love my new job!

Hmmm....as a southerner, I don't like being lumped together with idiots and bigots. Coloring us with one broad brush isn't a very critical thing to do, is it?

Welcome anyway.

CH

[Sauron]

Oh, wait, I remember: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! [But were they kings?]
No. They were the Three Hebrew Children placed into the fire.

The Three Kings were Gaspar, Balthazar, and Melchior.

Moe, Larry, Curly.
:stooges:

Er, or Moe, Larry and Curly in the updated Broadway version. :yup:

[viscousmemories]

No. They were the Three Hebrew Children placed into the fire.

The Three Kings were Gaspar, Balthazar, and Melchior.
Are you serious? I swear I've never heard of Three Hebrew Children who were placed into a fire, and the names Gaspar, Balthazar and Melchior are completely new to me. Are you pulling my leg?

[Ymir's blood]

Those names are associated with the Three Kings. Not sure where they came from.

On the *wrong* front, my allergies have gone berserk. Sinus and nasal congestion, drainage and a sore throat are a miserable combination. I'm taking tomorrow off to try and recover. It is raining now, so hopefully the pollen level will plummet.

:verysick: :sneeze:

[viscousmemories]

I woke up this morning, sat down in front of the computer (to make sure the forum was still here, natch) and then stretched my arms over my head (as some are wont to do in the early morning) and in the process pulled/strained or somethinged a muscle in my neck, crippling me ever since.

Well okay, not crippling me, but giving me a sharp jolt whenever I make certain movements.

[pescifish]

My commiserations to Ymir's blood and vm. Join me in my [much reduced from Wednesday] misery!

When I hear the phrase "the Three Kings" I think of the ones who bore gifts to the baby Jesus in the manger. Did they have names in the bible?

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego weren't the three wisemen in Bethlehem. I've never heard of them referred to as the "Three Hebrew Children placed into the fire" but that's what they were. It was one of those Old Testament "prove you adore Me" schemes. A search shows the story in the first few chapters of the book of Daniel.

[viscousmemories]

When I hear the phrase "the Three Kings" I think of the ones who bore gifts to the baby Jesus in the manger. Did they have names in the bible?
That's who I was thinking of, and I thought their names were Shadrach, /me hack, and Abednego. Although I couldn't remember the first and third one. I honestly don't remember the other story at all, and I would've sworn I'd heard every story in the Bible.

[JoeP]

Everytime I read "the /me hack" I think of the three Kings whose names I can't remember.
I read it as "slash me hack", and it makes me think we need a "bite me hack".

:idea: Oh, wait, I remember: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego! ... :tired:
Shradach is quite a common name here in the good ol' S of A. And I had a business contact for a while (in a disaster recovery firm we worked with) called Abednego. I assumed for a long time it was a black name.

[viscousmemories]

I read it as "slash me hack", and it makes me think we need a "bite me hack".
:laugh:

What's wrong with me? I didn't sleep well 'cause of the kink in my neck, and I woke up in more pain than I was in yesterday. :deepsigh:

Advil seems to be doing the trick, though.

[Legs]

So what you bitch, what are you trying to imply? Do you think that makes you special?


:cry:

[viscousmemories]

Awwww...

:staymad:

[Beth]

A boy twice my son's size hit a ground ball to first. It flew up and hit my son's eye when he was trying to catch it. My boy's brow was split open and had to get stitches. The eye is now swollen to the size of an egg. My baby's asleep, but dang, it broke my heart when he cried because he didn't get to go up to bat.

[Legs]

Beth, glad he is okay.... poor kid. It does break your heart when your child is hurting thats for sure.

[Beth]

Beth, glad he is okay.... poor kid. It does break your heart when your child is hurting thats for sure.
Thanks, yes it does. The good thing is, the Dr.'s Walk-In rushed him into the room and had him stitched up and out of there in less that 25 minutes. We were able to go back to the field for a few minutes just so my son could see the score and be with his team. When they saw my son, both teams and most of the people in the stands cheered for my son because a fallen player had returned. That was a nice thing for him so I'm glad my husband decided on us returning to the field for a few minutes.

[Legs]

When they saw my son, both teams and most of the people in the stands cheered for my son

what a great thing to happen... I hope he had a big smile on his face after that... how old is he?

This will be something he remembers for a long time. :yup:

[Beth]

He's twelve. He'll be miserable for a few days, but the doctor said he'll feel better soon enough, but he'll have the shiner for ten days. The great thing is that he gets to show it off to his friends. It was always a big deal when I was a kid to show off and marvel at one's black eye. Plus he has a stitches memory, I remember my set of stitches, I still think it was cool and still feel proud of the scar on my knee. So, yes, he'll remember this day on many levels, plus he'll know that next time he faces this kid, when he's first baseman, he'll need to be faster.

[pescifish]

What's wrong with me? I didn't sleep well 'cause of the kink in my neck, and I woke up in more pain than I was in yesterday. :deepsigh:

Advil seems to be doing the trick, though.This one sounds like a chiropractor would be useful. Or at least a massage. I hope it feels better soon!


Beth, I'm glad everything is ok with your son's eye. And it does sound like an experience for the memory book -- on the good side, even though there was some pain.

[godfry n. glad]

Of late, chronic bad back. Upper, lower, middle....it don't matter.