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Posted by Tabitha on April 18, 2003, at 3:28:45
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » Tabitha, posted by leeran on April 18, 2003, at 2:23:22
OK woman, whang away.. but make sure to be careful when putting the bra back on.. it might not be quite so shape-conforming anymore
Posted by noa on April 18, 2003, at 13:16:38
In reply to Noa, posted by kara lynne on April 18, 2003, at 0:26:57
Oops, sorry I blew away the black cloud.
And what was so good about your writing was that it was anti-witty! I mean it was great because you WEREN'T trying to be witty. It was very direct and real and honest. Great poetry comes naturally when you aren't looking!
Posted by WorryGirl on April 18, 2003, at 13:28:04
In reply to Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy., posted by kara lynne on April 17, 2003, at 20:55:31
>I lost my place, only I never had one. I feel like I'm in high school belonging to not belonging like I always did.
This about sums it up for me...
Posted by kara lynne on April 18, 2003, at 16:09:47
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » kara lynne, posted by WorryGirl on April 18, 2003, at 13:28:04
...I always love to meet someone to worry with. It dawned on me this week exactly HOW much I worry about things. It's really astonishing. And so distressing because as you know, it helps so much to worry. It's kind of the religion I grew up with--don't believe in anything and just make sure to worry about everything all the time. Nice to hear from you.
Posted by kara lynne on April 18, 2003, at 16:32:32
In reply to Re: Noa, posted by noa on April 18, 2003, at 13:16:38
Hi noa. At least I can do real. And it is reassuring to know that real is enough, even though it doesn't feel like it. I am fighting the feeling that life is a popularity contest, a talent show. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm not very good at naming my tune, if you know what I mean. I have to fight the desire to punch someone when they ask me what I do.
I meant it about the perfectionism; I've been paralyzed by it in many ways. It's not easy to do things when you require yourself to know something perfectly before you ever learn it. That place where you get to explore who you are and how you express it was skillfully damaged--it is the place I'd like most to recover.
Posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 21:42:18
In reply to Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy., posted by kara lynne on April 17, 2003, at 20:55:31
just wanted to say i felt a lot of this today, too. there has been a full moon this week, i think.
EVERY thing was bothering me today, my slowness, my inability to concentrate when i have real work to do, my procrastination.
ever have those times when you think everyone and everything is setting out purposefully to bother and annoy YOU?
but then also the externals bother me: windy & cold when i want breezy and warm outside, but the absolute worst thing - the goober guy next door with "no visible means of support" (to continue with the BRA theme!), who starts this fricking truck he has in his crappy little back yard. every spring, it's a sure sign the weather is changing, when this guy revs up this lousy excuse for a flatbed. and it's not just a little vroom, vroom. no no, it's VROOM VROOOM, VROOM VROOM, VROOOOOM, VROOOOOM!!!! so loud you cannot even hear yourself think. i am working on a newsletter at my computer, does he not know that i am already having a tough time just opening a word document? and he does this over and over, the same revving, on and on. and it makes me nuts, i tell you, i scream with rage, the cat runs and hides under the couch. and if you've got a window open, woe betide you, because the wind is always blowing in such a way that this horrible exhaust floats right over to my yard and up and through my windows in my second-floor flat. i finally went outside to take the garbage out, and stood in my back yard next to the trash barrels, screaming at no one in particular, but out where this jackass could see me, expletive after expletive. i think i scared him, cuz a few minutes later he cut it out...
then went shopping in the middle of the afternoon on Good Friday, and of course everybody and their mother and their uncle was there, which i absolutely hate. of course, i didn't stop to think that this was the worst time of the day to do this chore. shopping carts dodging each other in every aisle, and everything i wanted to pick up and read the label, someone else was already there looking at the same package of basmati and wild rice that >> I << wanted to look at! why is that? and the vast numbers of people who have no consciousness that other people are there and actually shopping, too! ("so move your f___ing cart already! get away from those brussels sprouts, already!")
oh, the crankiness and irritability... got to get back on the neurontin...
commiseratingly yours,
wendy
Posted by kara lynne on April 18, 2003, at 22:44:16
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » kara lynne, posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 21:42:18
You mean all I need is a little Neurontin? Bring it on. I felt like I was with you in the brussel sprout aisle.
Posted by leeran on April 18, 2003, at 23:14:28
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » kara lynne, posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 21:42:18
"ever have those times when you think everyone and everything is setting out purposefully to bother and annoy YOU?"
Yes. Every single time I leave the house.
Posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 23:34:30
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy...wendy, posted by kara lynne on April 18, 2003, at 22:44:16
> You mean all I need is a little Neurontin? Bring it on. I felt like I was with you in the brussel sprout aisle.
thanks, i appreciate the understanding. i had really had it by then. i forgot to mention the very large pimple i got right on the top of my cheekbone last night, and i really don't get them any more, so when i do get the random one from time to time, it wrecks everything... can you believe that it can actually have the power to ruin any possibility of happiness for two days? but it does... i stand at the mirror and growl at myself and yell more expletives... luckily, my daughter is not here... ("mommy's losing it again! better take her to see 'Anger Management' "!) was thinking of going out tonight, but the possibility that someone might see me like this (i exaggerate, but i hate pimples) is so off-putting, i stay in. and this just annoys the hell out of me, too.hmmm... ever been on neurontin? it's quite an easy drug to take (in terms of liver and renal functioning, whatever your body cannot metabolize just gets peed out), and you can ramp up slowly, see how you feel. it's pretty gentle, as far as the anti-convulsant mood-stabilizers go. lots of people have negative reactions to topamax or lamictal... but i miss neurontin lately, because i feel the irritability slowly returning, like the tide, and i start hating myself when i get like this. and god knows, i don't want to hate myself, i want to be cool and carefree and easy-going, and i did feel that contentment and well-being with at least some neurontin. i even tapered down to see how it worked when i took less, and it was fine).
here's to a more even-tempered saturday,
wendy :-]
Posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 23:40:10
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » wendy b., posted by leeran on April 18, 2003, at 23:14:28
"ever have those times when you think everyone and everything is setting out purposefully to bother and annoy YOU?"
>
> Yes. Every single time I leave the house.i had a FEELING someone would know what i was talking about!
and it's not like i don't know that the depression and anxiety magnify my reactions to things, and make things ten times worse than they really are. but i just cannot lift myself out of it sometimes... i do know, in my rational brain, that everyone isn't out to ruin MY day. but it still does feel that way.
ah, the marvelous self-centeredness of the depressed! (nagging voice inside head: "everything's always ME ME ME...")
take care, dear,
wendy
Posted by lostsailor on April 19, 2003, at 0:04:20
In reply to Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy., posted by kara lynne on April 17, 2003, at 20:55:31
Oh, KL...I am so sorry. I know how you feel except i have not been in a relationship (or had, well you know, yet this centaury) "It" even for an agoraphobe like me, to be not that hard to find unless you actually want to see the person for more then a week or so.
This is "sad" coming from a male (based on stupid stereo types) but I am a "prude" and am proud of it. I can still count, remember the names ect of all my lovers except for one during college after partying a bit too much and waking up with her, but a bit too hung over to do more then offer to get some oj for us and give her my phone number. She never called. Lmao...
I think you made the right call with ex. I was not gonna post for a bit after an escapade I started earlier in the week, but wanted to say hi--see Letter from Aurora @ bottom of page.
Ex's suck...try this one as I know you want a family someday: my ex fiancé, who I SWORE to her that I would never leave her son, Mike, if something ever happened to us like his father did. She now uses him as a pawn to reunite us. Sure that will work!?!?!? I love seeing my "son" torn in the middle of all this. I worked in social work for a bit before all this made me go on "sabbatical"--ie, became a hermit. My pdoc is a children's specialist now, but still sees some of his patients that he had before specialization. I am lucky for that as he is great...and had to ask me to remember the developmental pysch classes I took, think about Mike, and pull away as much as it hurts ME. It is in his best interest, though, even though I know he does not really get it yet. Mutual friend's of my ex and I promised to help mike get in touch with me if needed or an emergency and will keep me posted about him. They also promised to get the two of us together once Vanessa grows up or Mike is a bit older (he's gonna be 10 soon). I agree with doc, though, keeping in touch will tear me apart, due to his mom, but really f him up considering he lives with her.
Ever see p-wee's big adventure. The movie pee-wee was in before being in that theater in FL playing with his "pp"??? In the film, he lost his bike and saw everyone else happy with his or her bikes while his was stolen. HE was sad. I can relate to him on that level as I have never outgrown bikes, but also see it as a metaphor for love. I see so many holding hands, flying kites, sitting at the park and, this is always hard, Christmas shopping and/or getting married. God, I am even supposed to go to my best-friends wedding this summer and don’t know if really can…he and I need to talk a bit. How on earth can so many be so happy. It makes me so po’ed…lol—sort of.
Maybe I will love again, maybe not. I have mom, aurora and a few "true" friends. Maybe that will be all. I have been in love once since my ex, it never seemed to work out as she had a jealous ex who could not leave either of us alone. God, how I wish he could have met my ex. they would have fallen in love and she would probably send me Mike just to get away with him and from her son!!!!
Red lights.... why does it take more demonstrated skill to legally drive than bear children.
UUUGGGGGGGG.....back to self-block status.
~tony
Posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 0:04:53
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » kara lynne, posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 21:42:18
I lost it today and it could have been dangerous. I turned into an ass in response to an ass. I keep thinking life is supposed to be fair. I forget that when someone cuts you off on the road you should thank them and blow them kisses, or risk death. This guy had to work hard to pull as rude a maneuver as he did.
So I honked.
Then we entered a parking lot and he saw me walking by. He leaned out his window and started in on me. That did it-- the berating on top of the rudeness. He told me to "...come over here and..." (I don't know how not to make it obscene). I think underneath it all I'm a fine person, and then this crazy woman comes out and gets into it with this guy.
I had store security walk me back to my car and I left. I was so pissed at myself, and humiliated. I was as scummy as the guy was ( for engaging. PMS, full moon, no impulse control. Later I kept thinking it was because I had nothing to look forward to. Would I have lost it so easily if I had something to look forward to? Not an excuse, just a thought.
Posted by leeran on April 19, 2003, at 0:19:20
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy. » leeran, posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 23:40:10
Wendy,
I agree. The rational part of the mind knows that everyone isn't out to ruin my day but sometimes it just seems like everyone is IN MY WAY.
I wonder if that isn't the anti-social aspect of depression rearing its ugly old head. It just "seems" like people are in my way because the prospect of dealing with them is currently so unappealing.
Maybe it IS the full moon. Do the tides corrode the face as well as the shoreline? I'm using Tazorac for acne right now and there is this "it's gonna get really bad before it gets better" phase that they warn you about, and I'm stuck in it this week. My face looks worse than it did in high school and I feel like the epitome of that old joke: "Does your face hurt?" - "No, why?" - "It's killing me." I made a dash to the seat facing the wall when we went out to eat tonight.
So, yeah, I can totally relate to the pimple situation. It makes me even more withdrawn and edgy. If only I could wear my hair like Cousin Itt on the Addams family . . .
I looked up "depression" and "acne" today and it seems that acne can make people more depressed, and depression causes an increase in sebum production. Talk about a vicious circle!
On another note, the way you described Neurontin sounds wonderful. All these drugs I had never heard of until I landed here a few weeks ago. I'm afraid to ask if it causes weight gain (something tells me it does?). I have an appointment with my psychiatrist Monday and maybe I'll mention it.
Take care, have a good weekend (hopefully free of the revving of your neighbor's old flat-bed), and may tomorrow dawn, pimple-less, in your neck of the woods.
Lee
Posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 0:31:22
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy... » kara lynne, posted by wendy b. on April 18, 2003, at 23:34:30
"ever have those times when you think everyone and everything is setting out purposefully to bother and annoy YOU?"
METOOMETOOMETOOMETOOMETOO
even the red lights!!
Just last week a friend of mine was talking about about how we become our zits. Our narrowed focus is truly impressive. I can so very much relate to you wendy, I love reading your posts. I want to say more but I'm burned out from the day (see other post) and I'm going to go watch some nice mind-dulling television.
Why did you stop taking Neurontin if it helped? I'd be so happy if all it took was Neurontin!
Posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 0:49:35
In reply to To Karra from ~tony forwarded from me, Aurora, posted by lostsailor on April 19, 2003, at 0:04:20
Hi Tony,
I love to hear from you, don't exile! What escapade? And what move did I make with my ex? (not sure if you're talking about an old post or have me confused with someone else...?) I'd LIKE to make a move, but don't seem to be able to at the moment.How long were you with your ex? It's got to be heart wrenching to see a child used that way, and to have to deal with the love and the loss yourself. Are you still having a lot of contact with them both? It probably will be much less painful in the longrun to make the clean break. Of course, I'm one to talk.
Sailor, you will love again. I know you will. And until then you are so lucky to be surrounded by your mom and a few true friends and a good doc-- those aren't easy to come by! And let us not forget the most important of all, Aurora.
Posted by lostsailor on April 19, 2003, at 1:35:58
In reply to Tony, posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 0:49:35
maybe it ws a while back. i remember the two of you going for away for a weekend and later you mentioning that it did not work out.
I thought , you later told "him" that you were done and he left basically saying, "that's ok" and nothing else. Maybe in the meantime you reconciled????
Maybe I have the wrong person.
Maybe I should call doc. he love to hear from me at 1-4 am. I bet he is angry at me when I don't call for a while and he actually gets full nights of rest, saying if only tony would call I'd wake up enough to make it to 5 am t-off and do a quik 18 holes nefore work.
I find it sad that he only makes about 240$ s an hour. poor guy, but boy can he write scripts...whew!!
~tony
Posted by Kar on April 19, 2003, at 8:25:32
In reply to Re: karra, posted by lostsailor on April 19, 2003, at 1:35:58
Ok, so the pimple thing. I'll try not to get graphic, but those of you who know me...well never mind. It depends on what kind it is. If it's one of cystic really painful one that you thought you could "tend to" and have ended up really defacing (ha!) yourself, then put some Neosporin on it and cover it with a bandaid over night. The swelling'll go down and it will help with the redness. The little fellers...well they sell those little patches that look like the tiny round bandaids. They have salicylic acid on/in them so when you stick one to your face it "attacks" the spot. I sound like a damn commercial. Anyway, I don't know if those little patches work THAT well but it sure makes you feel better to cover it AND get some medicine on it all in one shot. And the stuff can't rub off at night.
Can you tell I had complexion problems? it was in my Lithium days. Oy. But why why why doesn't it just end when we get older? Ridiculous. Teenagers..20's...30's...40's...
Ok re: road rage. People around here (NYC tri-state area) seem to have this entitlement problem. Well first off, we drive fast and aggressively here. I'm not an ass on the road but I drive fast. Defensively. Because you have to. But I can't stand it when people speed up intentionally so you can't get in, get so close to your bumper that they could be waving to you from your backseat, give you "mad honks" as opposed to "watch out" honks (in Germany they only honk when they HAVE to). And then these parents in their Lexus SUVs and minivans barrelling down on you like truckdrivers. You have a damn baby in that car! Is an SUV going to armor your whole family?? Anyway. Then there are the people that don't thank me when I'm nice (oh the world's just out to get me, huh?)...like when I let someone go ahead of me and they just go. That's what I meant about the entitlement. I've always thought though, that someone should invent little lit signs that you could have on your bumber and activate as needed: "sorry", "thanks", "oops", and maybe even screw you. but of course that can be conveyed in countless other ways. My mom has a good one. She gives people the sign of the cross!! Sometimes I blow people kisses jsut to piss them off because I think giving someone the finger just looks silly. Ineffective really. The kiss is good because it conveys a "I recognize that you've been an ass but I will not reply in kind"...kind of like a haha.
Whew. Deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth, Karen
Posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 9:02:16
In reply to Uh oh., posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 0:04:53
> I lost it today and it could have been dangerous. I turned into an ass in response to an ass. I keep thinking life is supposed to be fair. I forget that when someone cuts you off on the road you should thank them and blow them kisses, or risk death. This guy had to work hard to pull as rude a maneuver as he did.
Uh oh is right! I am scared just thinking about it cuz: "This could be me." So many times. My former BF, now just regular BF (we're sorta back together after 2 yrs of being split) used to get so mad at me for starting stuff in bars or whatever... And it wasn't that I would engage in fisticuffs! or anything, I'm a nice person, it was something like a big oafish guy bumping into us in a semi-conscious state, and never turning around to say sorry, so I would say shit like: "Well! how 'bout 'Excuse me,' at least!" He would say, jesus, you're going to get us killed! don't you know people carry knives and guns, etc.
> So I honked.Well, shee-ite, I would have too!
> Then we entered a parking lot and he saw me walking by. He leaned out his window and started in on me. That did it-- the berating on top of the rudeness. He told me to "...come over here and..." (I don't know how not to make it obscene).
What could this mean? Come over here and what? If it's some sexual reference, ok, you might not want to say it, but jesus, that's pretty CRUDE of the guy...
>I think underneath it all I'm a fine person, and then this crazy woman comes out and gets into it with this guy.
And she started in on you too? (i.e., how did you know she was crazy too? or was it just guilt by association?) Of course, we all think you're a fine person...
> I had store security walk me back to my car and I left. I was so pissed at myself, and humiliated. I was as scummy as the guy was ( for engaging.Why? You didn't yell back at him, did you? You DID? Awwww...
Seriously, though. In the mood I was in yesterday, if the same thng had happened to me, I would have engaged, too. ("Don't f__ with me!")
>PMS, full moon, no impulse control. Later I kept thinking it was because I had nothing to look forward to. Would I have lost it so easily if I had something to look forward to? Not an excuse, just a thought.Something to look forward to? I guess I know what you mean, basically... Your initial post (which I just went back and re-read) says it all. I have felt all of those feelings, the disgust at optimism, the feeling of not belonging, the bitterness I feel at the world over certain infantile needs I have, that continue to go unfulfilled and unserviced...
yours,
W.
Posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 9:33:14
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy., posted by leeran on April 19, 2003, at 0:19:20
Lee,
> I agree. The rational part of the mind knows that everyone isn't out to ruin my day but sometimes it just seems like everyone is IN MY WAY.
Absolutely. That is the feeling. And I am usually a very sociable person, so when I'm out of sorts, it just bothers me even more...
> I wonder if that isn't the anti-social aspect of depression rearing its ugly old head. It just "seems" like people are in my way because the prospect of dealing with them is currently so unappealing.Yes, I get that, too. I sometimes wonder if it's 'social phobia,' except for the fact that I am, as I say, usually quite a social animal, get along well with others, etc. It certainly is ANXIETY, though, whatever else one might label it. I just want to know where it comes from... since it comes on suddenly, and seems foreign to me, and I want it to stop. This is where I think brain chemistry is taking over, and the same reactions I used to have at stressors, come back and do their thing again. Except I know that when I was on neurontin, I did not feel this way, at all. So this thread has been good for me, because I know now, from sorting it out here (thanks KaraLynn & Karen, too) that I need to be back on it...
> Maybe it IS the full moon. Do the tides corrode the face as well as the shoreline? I'm using Tazorac for acne right nowWhat kind of drug is this? Probably has all sorts of side-effects, too, right?
>and there is this "it's gonna get really bad before it gets better" phase that they warn you about, and I'm stuck in it this week.
Ohhh, man, I'm so sorry about that... It must be my stupid pimple magnified by 10. I hope the medicine works soon.
>My face looks worse than it did in high school and I feel like the epitome of that old joke: "Does your face hurt?" - "No, why?" - "It's killing me." I made a dash to the seat facing the wall when we went out to eat tonight.
Yeah, I remember that joke... Ugh. I also remember teenagers calling each other "pizza-face," when their acne was bad, and the pain of that is horrible. I had some bad acne, but not all over, like some kids did. I think I would have started in early on the suicidal ideation if it had been me. I knew how bad I felt just having red welts appear on my nose. High school kids can be so incredibly mean...
> So, yeah, I can totally relate to the pimple situation. It makes me even more withdrawn and edgy. If only I could wear my hair like Cousin Itt on the Addams family . . .
Thank you! I had a feeling somebody could relate to that, too! I remember Cousin Itt... A great metaphor for hiding from life. We used to try to do that with our hair. I saw some kid at Halloween last year with that kind of costume, a wig worn so the hair covered the front of her face...
> I looked up "depression" and "acne" today and it seems that acne can make people more depressed, and depression causes an increase in sebum production. Talk about a vicious circle!
What a good idea, to look that up. I can totally see the connection between the two... It is so involved with self-esteem, how one's face looks... I've often wondered why there is no "cure" for acne, since so many many people suffer from it, and are often disfigured by it (in both the physical AND the emotional senses). Do you wonder that too? All the money and time and effort into things like cancer and AIDS drugs... which is great, of course. But wouldn't you think money and time and effort eradicating acne from Planet Earth would be a noble goal for some inquiring research scientist or two? (Caveat: I know there are people who do this kind of work... it's just not a "sexy" research topic, I guess, and therefore probably doesn't get much funding).
> On another note, the way you described Neurontin sounds wonderful. All these drugs I had never heard of until I landed here a few weeks ago. I'm afraid to ask if it causes weight gain (something tells me it does?). I have an appointment with my psychiatrist Monday and maybe I'll mention it.Do a quick search on the meds board... Everybody doesn't respond the same way I did, of course, but there are very few side effects that don't go away fairly quickly (I would get dizzy standing up too quickly, dry mouth). But waiting them out was no problem. I also did NOT gain weight from it, even at a fairly high dose (3000 to 3600 mg per day), although some people have, I think. My feeling overall was that it was pretty gentle on my system.
> Take care, have a good weekend (hopefully free of the revving of your neighbor's old flat-bed), and may tomorrow dawn, pimple-less, in your neck of the woods.
So far, so good, the pimple is a little red, but I can live with that... The neighbor is going to be the end of me, I'm sure, some day! I'll just pop a blood vessel in my brain, and have to be taken off in an ambulance...
(One paramedic to another - "What happened to this lady?" -- "She keeps muttering something about her neighbor, no visible means of support, and a flat-bed..."):-]
Wendy
Posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 9:58:17
In reply to Re: Pissy, snipey, itchy and scratchy..., posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 0:31:22
> "ever have those times when you think everyone and everything is setting out purposefully to bother and annoy YOU?"
>
> METOOMETOOMETOOMETOOMETOOAgain, I kind of knew I'd get a big reaction to that one! It seems almost universal amongst us depressed persons. Is it a kind of paranoia? I often wonder. Or just plain old distorted thought processes? I guess that is what it's commonly called. But when I'm feeling it, it doesn't seem distorted at all, it seems very very real. But reading a post on psychosis a few weeks ago, the difference between our garden-variety neuroses vs. psychosis is that if you're fairly WILLING to admit that there might be OTHER explanations for what you're perceiving to be attacks on the self, one's personal space, etc., which I am, then you know you ain't totally crazy. At least, not YET...
> even the red lights!!Yeah, I didn't commiserate on that one yet. I get soooo annoyed in the car! And I have to acknowledge to my daughter that I am fully aware that the other driver, or the little man inside the light box who turns on the yellow when he sees me coming, can NOT hear me, and that I KNOW she is the only one who does hear me, and that I'm VERY SORRY, I say, and tell her she can hit me or tell me to shut the hell up, whenever she wants...
> Just last week a friend of mine was talking about about how we become our zits. Our narrowed focus is truly impressive. I can so very much relate to you wendy, I love reading your posts.
Thank you, you're too kind... but I think YOU are a very funny and interesting writer - you have a way with words. The self-centeredness I mention is annoying, even to myself! [Isn't THAT a weird sentence?] I get sooo tired of having the same problems, working on the same issues over and over...
>I want to say more but I'm burned out from the day (see other post) and I'm going to go watch some nice mind-dulling television.
The television is such a friend to the depressed. My therapist said that it was FINE to veg out in front of the TV as a way to escape the self-torture or the stress, so I take her at her word...
> Why did you stop taking Neurontin if it helped? I'd be so happy if all it took was Neurontin!My new pdoc is a Man of Science; since there haven't been any double-blind placebo studies PROVING without a doubt that it works for mood-stabilization, he has a problem prescribing it. But I will tell him that I've realized it did help me with certain problems (thank you for helping me sort this out!), I think he will be able to oblige... He is very easy to talk to, and when I go in and rattle off stuff about norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors, dopamine receptors, and atypical anti-psychotics having side-effects that I won't be able to live with (movement disorders), he realizes I've done my homework. He also said right off the bat that we were 50-50 partners, and that it might take a while til we get the right combo of meds, but that we would make that the goal.
(Better Living Through Pharmaceuticals!)Have a not-so-annoyed day!
W.
Posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 10:26:23
In reply to Vehicular abuse and zits, posted by Kar on April 19, 2003, at 8:25:32
Karen,
Thanks for your thoughts...
> Ok, so the pimple thing. I'll try not to get graphic, but those of you who know me...well never mind. It depends on what kind it is. If it's one of cystic really painful one that you thought you could "tend to" and have ended up really defacing (ha!) yourself, then put some Neosporin on it and cover it with a bandaid over night. The swelling'll go down and it will help with the redness.
It does? OK, well I'll go do the neosporin thing right now...
>The little fellers...well they sell those little patches that look like the tiny round bandaids. They have salicylic acid on/in them so when you stick one to your face it "attacks" the spot. I sound like a damn commercial. Anyway, I don't know if those little patches work THAT well but it sure makes you feel better to cover it AND get some medicine on it all in one shot. And the stuff can't rub off at night.
You DO sound like a commercial! But a helpful one, not an annoying one... I just dab on some of the heavy-duty 10% salicylic acid stuff with a Q-tip. That pretty much helps most of the time... (graphically speaking: it brings it to a head). Then vitamin E oil (Burt's Bees Apricot Baby Oil is wonderful), after it has gone down. Vitamin E on the face, especially around the eyes at night, is great for those little lines, too...
> Can you tell I had complexion problems? it was in my Lithium days. Oy. But why why why doesn't it just end when we get older? Ridiculous. Teenagers..20's...30's...40's...
I know! I hate it!
> Ok re: road rage. People around here (NYC tri-state area) seem to have this entitlement problem.
I know exactly what you mean, I live in an upstate town which has a lot of NYC and New Jersey drivers here seasonally (during the academic months). I avoid Jersey drivers like the plague (sorry if you're from Jersey!) Even my daughter notices how rude they can (sometimes) be.
>Well first off, we drive fast and aggressively here. I'm not an ass on the road but I drive fast. Defensively. Because you have to.
My mother told us when she taught us to drive: "You're driving a WEAPON! You could kill somebody with this thing! So watch out for the other guy, be a defensive driver..." etc. etc.
>But I can't stand it when people speed up intentionally so you can't get in,
Check.
>get so close to your bumper that they could be waving to you from your backseat,
Check.
>give you "mad honks" as opposed to "watch out" honks (in Germany they only honk when they HAVE to).
Check again.
>And then these parents in their Lexus SUVs and minivans barrelling down on you like truckdrivers.
Arrrgghhh! I can feel the terror! the wind blowing in my face as they pass my car!
>You have a damn baby in that car!
My sister used to roll her window down (pre-automatic window days), if she could catch people at red lights, and yell at people who had babies in their laps: "What the hell are you doing? Put that baby in the back in a car seat with a seat belt! Do you want your baby to DIE?"
>Is an SUV going to armor your whole family?? Anyway.
See above.
>Then there are the people that don't thank me when I'm nice (oh the world's just out to get me, huh?)...
Well....... Yeah!
>like when I let someone go ahead of me and they just go.
Without a smile or a wave, right? I do this too, waiting for the appropriate response. I never get one... But I always do it for other people.
>That's what I meant about the entitlement. I've always thought though, that someone should invent little lit signs that you could have on your bumber and activate as needed: "sorry", "thanks", "oops", and maybe even screw you.
Fabulous! In my anger, I have merely imagined an Uzzi sub-machine gun attached to the hood or the roof of the car, and just mowing people down. Road rage, anyone?
>but of course that can be conveyed in countless other ways. My mom has a good one. She gives people the sign of the cross!!This is, of course, much nicer than mine...
> Sometimes I blow people kisses jsut to piss them off because I think giving someone the finger just looks silly. Ineffective really. The kiss is good because it conveys a "I recognize that you've been an ass but I will not reply in kind"...kind of like a haha.
I would find this difficult. When I'm mad, sarcasm goes out the window. You are a good egg.
> Whew. Deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouthReally! My blood pressure has gone up and my heart rate has, too, just writing back to you. Or maybe it's this wonderful cup of Italian coffee, just the way I like it...
Maybe I'll go out for a little drive? Look for victims?(JUST KIDDING!)
:-]
Wendy
Posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 12:12:46
In reply to Re: Uh oh. » kara lynne, posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 9:02:16
Sorry to be unclear in my post. Yes, I started engaging when the guy yelled threatening, obscene things at me. No prize for intelligence.
Posted by kara lynne on April 19, 2003, at 12:18:23
In reply to Re: Vehicular abuse and zits » Kar, posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 10:26:23
I didn't acknowledge that one because there is too much to say---but it's coming...
Posted by Kar on April 19, 2003, at 13:08:53
In reply to Re: Vehicular abuse and zits » Kar, posted by wendy b. on April 19, 2003, at 10:26:23
Well my dear Wendy. If you were in your car now I would be taunting you ceaselessly. I AM FROM NJ!!!!! Ok, I was born in Poughkeepsie but grew up in NJ. I do not have an accent or go to the sho-ah (NJ shore) or have the famous big hair. We lived in Northern NJ, near the NY border. Westchester county drivers are much worse than Jersey. But if someone with a Jersey plate is being an ass i can use that, "Well I'm a New Yorker!"...I'm flexible like that.
KL and Wendy...I just got home from being rudely gestured to by two obnoxious but rather attractive women. Are you two out for a drive on this beautiful day?
wendy you're so lucky to live Upstate. I have so many yummy warm memories of visiting my aunt and uncle in Argyle (near Glens Falls) on their farm...nights so dark you can't see a foot ahead of you and friendly peaceful folk.
>imagined an Uzzi sub-machine gun
You sound just like my sister. We're both firey (as my husband likes to say) but she's a little more than I am. For example, when we were talking about an obnoxious neighbor, my sister and said in unison, "We should..." (and in my case completed it with "toilet paper his trees"), and my sis went for the extreme and said "firebomb his house"!!! I felt like such a wimpy little freak of nature. Ooooo, toilet paper!!>You are a good egg.
Ha! I wish.>wonderful cup of Italian coffee,
Aren't you the one I accused of sipping your tea while sitting on your window seat, smiling subtley out at the back yard? yeah I think you were. Some fruity tea drinker. I mean one who drinks fruity tea. Wouldn't want a PBC there.Honk Honk
Posted by leeran on April 19, 2003, at 14:26:51
In reply to You tawkin' da me? The plague?? » wendy b., posted by Kar on April 19, 2003, at 13:08:53
My husband always says he was born and bred in the Briar Patch, but he was really born and bred in Poughkeepsie.
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