Random text conversation with Jenny: Me: “We may have to buy a new toilet. I think this one has stopped breathing, and CPR is NOT an option.” Jenny: “Nice visual.” Me: “Ick.” Jenny: “Plungers are good at toilet CPR.” Me: “Hahaha! Mouth to mouth, eh?” Me: “I made myself throw up a little. Let’s stop
I have a couple of odd memories to share with you, and an odd habit I’ve formed. Enjoy: The first memory had to do with a schoolmate named something I don’t care to share. Anyway, he was distinctive in that he would lick his lips and the area around his lips obsessively. He had huge,
Minutes after I wrote my last post, about not dealing well with other people’s emotions, a close acquaintance of mine, and sometime commenter, Also Living With Anxiety (ALWA), contacted me. No biggie, right? But I was very surprised at the contact method. Normally, we just email, or comment back and forth on Facebook. He, his
So, I have to admit something. I am terrible at being in the same place with emotional people who cannot be consoled. Specifically, I have a hard time when their problem is something I don’t know what to do about. Most of the time, I just stand there, and wait for them to calm down
I’ve signed up for the annual 2013 NAMIWalk Valley Walk, on October 19, 2013, in Phoenix! Jenny and I will be participating in this 2.9k walk, as team Terminally Intelligent. Here’s more about NAMI: NAMI is the National Alliance on Mental Illness, the nation’s largest grassroots mental health organization dedicated to building better lives for the
While filling out the evaluation paperwork last week, Jenny and I had some interesting conclusions. One of the more interesting ones from Jenny was that I am very black and white, and have little room in my life for grey areas. This is kind of a big deal, actually, because it gave me some insight
So I went English Country Dancing with Jenny last night. It was a blast. I really love doing things with her, especially classy things, like dances from Jane Austen Novels. It was a great evening. Until it wasn’t. When we were done dancing, one of the other gentlemen asked me about my scar. Now, as
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter that I’m not manic. I’ve been dealing with it for so long, some of the behaviors are just, well, habits. It really sucks, because there’s nothing my meds can do to fix this stuff. It can only come with therapy, and behavioral awareness. It will take time, but I can do
So, I’ve been tasked, for the third time, with filling out an assessment form. This is the kind of thing where you REALLY need to know where you are on these scales. The assessment has a lot of simple questions that have very complex answers. The questions include things, like : Do you have problems
I missed an important appointment several weeks ago, because my doctor cancelled our appointment. After I was told she was “sick” for weeks, I went to pick up my prescriptions. They didn’t have anything on file. I stormed (i.e., walked deliberately, with some urgency) up to the office, and demanded (i.e., requested firmly) to know
