Good Hump Day Mornin’. Though I suppose given Monday’s stat holiday, tomorrow would rightfully be hump day. But whatever.
To the best of my knowledge, tough I’ve been depressed in the past, I’ve never actually suffered from clinical depression. Although I have no idea what it feels like, if I feel like I’m stuck in some bad situation or something, I have a tendency to completely ignore (or at least treat as intractable) the problem and concentrate on finding a solution to it. My mantra has been “You can get through anything when you have no choice in the matter,” and I try not to manufacture illusions of choice where none exist. I went through periods – especially in my youth – where I spent a great deal of time feeling sorry for myself whenever woe decided to betide me, but I eventually grew to realize that self-pity doesn’t accomplish anything, and no matter how dire you feel your situation is, it is never bad enough that you can’t pull yourself out of it. (Serious health issues aside, anyway) Being a realist I suppose has helped me to avoid falling into that pit of despair by knowing there’s nothing useful down there, and that it takes a hell of a lot more effort to climb than to fall.
Then again, there is a difference I suppose between just feeling depressed and having one’s body chemistry upset by too much serotonin.
MindWife on the other hand has suffered from clinical depression and has at various times been on various meds to deal with it. She hasn’t been on any for several years now, which I think is more a function of our relationship, which started off rather rocky and hit some bumps, but has been a lot more stable and tightly knit in the last three or four years. And I do what I can to keep it that way so as to avoid the mood swings and general feelings of having to walk on eggshells lest I do something to make things worse. There were a few times she wanted to leave me during these periods, and they weren’t fun to say the least, but I did what I could do weather the storms and try and make things right with te world again. Eventually things passed and the dust settled and I did what I could to maintain an equilibrium in the household.
Hope things work themselves out on the positive side, Bibs and Rigs. I half wonder if you can stage an intervention for obstinate sufferers of depression, or would that just make things worse?
On a lighter note, my Far Side Calendar for today is “Dizzy Gillespie’s seventh birthday party.”
rosie good work on the weighty issue there. But isn’t that a little fast for just a couple of days? At that rate, you’ll waste away to nuttin’ in no time at all.
swampy the guy was just renting the middle office from us for a few years. He’s been gone for about 18 months or so now. And he didn’t leave any of his religious stuff behind. There’s a joke inthere somewhere, but I’m too busy to figure it out right now.
The guys showed up 45 minutes late this morning to build my new big-ass shed. Which meant I got to work late. And I have a memorial service to go to tomorrow for a friend’s dad, so that’s even more time I gotta take off. There’s only so much overtime I can put in here in a week, unless I start showing up at six a.m. tomorrow and Friday (the end of this pay period). And I’m trying to save up vacation time for a trip to Flahdah this spring.
And because I haven’t said it in awhile, Hi Scout!
Who’s the doofus that wanted school to start again so this place would return to ‘normal’?
Did someone mention to said doofus that ‘normal’ means waking up at 5 am?
Hey all. I think I need Resolve pills or something. I was (and am) determined to not let hubby get to me. He is not manic/depressive, but he is all “I’m changing this and that and here is a list of how to be happy in 2007 (from Yahoo, no less).” It’s on the fridge. Um, ok.
I don’t know what to do with him. PLUS he is talking about past stuff when he was happy, but it is the same past stuff when I was unhappy–so when he says, “remember back in X”, it is not a fun time for me. (trying not to get into minutiae here). So, now I’m glum–and resentful.
I swear we (humans) should be the ones in the zoo. We are odd creatures indeed.
I did finish the dressers last noc, but now the family room looks like crap. I know how to get a clean house: all the kids must move out. We are buried in Legos at present, which means a trip to Target is in order to buy yet another container for these fiendish toys. It has been proven that Legos have micro-chips inside them-a heat seeking, infrared type device, so that they can place themselves where your bare foot can find them in the dark. Tis true.
I am buying new dishes today! We’ve had the old set for 20 years. I am heartily sick of it, especially since it was Lenox and the design wore OFF in the dishwasher. Grrrr.
Plus, I never liked the bowls it came with-bowls are ROUND, dammit. It’s a rule.
Morning! I got up about an hour ago, but I’m loafing busily before doing everything I have to do on My Day Off. Today I have to clean the fridge, make a bunch of food, do the grocery shopping (some of it. I am car-less), prepare for RCIA, tidy the bedroom, pick up the absurdedly expensive books I bought at work, and do a bunch of other stuff I’m forgetting.
Time for tea. Jasmine, I think, not black.
Did anyone watch the video? I think she looks cool. I am not that good.
However, did mom ever threaten to give you an ugly hairstyle? I’m gay. I can do that you know. Feeling motivated yet?
Sean you can make your own religious “artifacts.” Surely there’s some old cloth layin’ around somewhere you can cut up to make “prayer cloths.” A bottle of olive oil can be turned into “healing oil.” Be creative man!
Kai I forgot to mention earlier that January 8th is also ACBG’s birthday. As of next Monday we’ll be the same age again. See I’m five months and change older than he is. For a few months I get a reprieve from being called a cradle robber. He has already invoked the birthday rule. The birthday rule states that the birthday boy (or girl, we’re all about equal opportunity) gets to have whatever he (or she) wants for supper. He is in a deep debate with himself about whether or not he wants to be taken out to eat or wants a home cooked meal of his choice. He’s gettin’ right insufferable about it. I told him he has until Saturday morning to decide if he wants a home cooked meal cause, one must make sure one has all the necessary ingredients on hand after all. The one firm [del]demand[/del] request so far is a DQ ice cream cake which I have already ordered. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with the boy but I’ll think of sump’n.
MBG the lil’ rugrats need to be back in school so they can get educated so they can go out and get jobs so they can support me in the luxurious retirement I so richly deserve. I thought we’d been over that already.
I’ve dropped cocacola on my work laptop. So if zou see Ys where my Zs should be and viceversa, I blame de deutsch keyboard. I’m on the computer of a coworker who’s not in today and don’t want to fiddle with his setup.
Opened a ticket with IT, now waiting for them to tell me who’s supposed to get me a loaner or something. I do hope it’s not grounds for instant dismissal, it would kind of suck to get all the way out here for this short a time.
The phone company says my phone line is all set up. The technician came, I’m even supposed to have internet. But I don’t. I want my WOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW! And my VoIP calls!
Been cranky and stuff all day, I think I may actually be coming down with some version of The Sick. I have to find out what should I do if i do get sick, I have no idea what’s the procedure. Boh. Someone give me a swift kick to the rear… I swear the only times I whine so much about nothing are the first days of a cold…
School. Jerry Ford is on the way to being planted. Back at my desk. Normality resumes…
VunderKind goes home tomorrow. We went fishing yesterday down on the river. He caught a couple of trees, and both of us caught 2 hours of wasted time. It was fun. Alas, he is missing his hunny, who I now dub DaughterInLawWannaBe or DiLWB for the amusement of the Cool Kids. The visit has been good, but he wants to go back; school resumes for him next Monday.
Back to the serious subthread, both of us have had depression issues with VWife’s being the more serious, and dealing with her’s was the cause of mine. Believe it or not, hers has abated with having moved east, because she was forced to have to deal with it. Things are pretty good now, but there were some really bad patches along the way.
Uh-oh. Queer Dye for the Straight Guy (or gal, in this case). Better do what he says, Rosie. That looks like a crimping iron, and he looks like he knows how to use it.
Trust me, it’ll take a lot longer than that. And the first week usually carries a dramamtic loss. If I can average 1.5 to 2 a week, I’ll be very happy.
:eek: Put down the scissors and step away from the blowdryer!
Morning. It’s car cleaning day today. I am going to give it a wash and wax, once it warms up a little. I’m going to the hockey practice this afternoon, we lost last night, and the coach was not a happy man. I think I will check out Trader Joe’s, since I will be close by.
rigs, I think my dishes are older than me.
Hi kai, glad your Christmas was good. September? Sounds like the Cooler of Death, Vol. II. :eek:
Nava unless there’s a firm work rule against eating or drinking while operating your 'puter, I’d guess you’ll be ok. The IT folks might slap ya around a bit is all.
Ok folks apparently cats are good for sneezing in faces and pukin’ up on floors. So, tell me again, why is having one a good idea? :dubious: [sub]Please don’t hurt me to bad![/sub]
Rosie trust me, lime green will be a f-aaaaaa-bu-lous hair color on you. Gotten organized yet? BTW, does NutriSystem food taste like real food? How is it packaged? Canned? Frozen? Freeze dried? Boxed? I get a big kick out of those “Eat Like A Man” commercials I’ve been seein’ lately. I picture him ripping open a box and eating whatever’s in it with his hands and wiping his mouth on his sleeve, then lettin’ out a big belch. It’s fun in my world.
bibbi, by all means get counseling for yourself. If nothing else, it will help you to see that YOU aren’t responsible for hubby’s problems and how they make you feel.
nava, I think we have the same mother. Mine is going to the doctor today because she “hurts all over.” Well, yeah, that’s because you got yourself addicted to darvocet which has nearly the same chemical composition as methadone and you finally ran out of yours, Dad’s, and everyone elses you could get your hands on. Oh, and did I mention IMO undiagnosed bipolar?
Can somebody tell me where I can lay my hands on some calorie-free nerve tonic?
Good morning folks; just a quick drive by before I dive into work.
rosie, good on you for the weight loss thing. I need to start as well. My clothes are mighty, mighty uncomfortable. I’m just feeling uncomfortable in general.
kai! Good to see you again. I’m glad your holidays went well.
On the cat horking thing: I miss our old kitty, but I do NOT miss the cat hork or hairballs. I miss even less the fact that he had started to pee on the kids’ bedroom carpet.
Sure, my dog barfs occasionally. However, he has the good sense to TRY and make it to the back door where there is vinyl flooring. He isn’t always successful, but he tries!
COOOOOOOOOOOOKIES!!! The new web girl’s recruiter just sent her a bunch of cookies from here. They deliver WARM chocolate chip cookies to you. In their Mini! Very cool. And veeeerrrrryyyy good cookies. So much for trying to get back to normal/healthy eating today.
Oh and I wanted to thank whoever it was (maybe BooFae?) who suggested that I warm the cat’s ear drops last week. It helped a lot. She still didn’t like it, but she stopped flinching every time I tried to touch her. And now she’s all done with that so we’re getting back to normal.
Why cats? Cats are cuddly! And when they snuggle up against you, you forgive all the other stuff and forget about what a PITA it is to give them ear drops and so on.
Thanks for the update CelloGuy. I must have missed your happy stories earlier. Glad to hear things are going so well!
Depression sucks. Many good thoughts and wishes to those struggling with it or dealing with relatives who are struggling with it (or trying to avoid struggling with it).
It wasn’t me, but if I’d seen the post about your poorly cat then I would have suggested it! I had terrible trouble getting drops into Nuke’s ears when we first had him (he came from a shelter and had ear mites) until I realised it was the cold he didn’t like. Poor little beggar, he was a bundle of illnesses rolled into a cute tuxedo puss, he only stayed with us for 11 months but he was such fun.
You know, Pugs, there are a couple threads right now about Jewish Guilt and Catholic Guilt and my first thought when I noticed them was “man, I thought it was just mother-driven-guilt!”
My own Mom shows her Italian genes when she gets in full Mamma mode (octopuses don’t have half as many arms, nor do boas constrictor squeeze half as hard), but having met several Jewish Mas and Grandmas, as well as the same from Greece, Italy and Morocco… man, maybe Swedish mother’s don’t spread the guilt, but the ones from around Our Sea have refined guilt-spreading and martyr behaviour into a form of fine art. THE form of fine art, muses be damned.
Bet those damn muses never called their Momma as often as they oughta, either!
Cats are fuzzy and cuddly. Well, some of them are. Some are neither fuzzy nor cuddly, but I don’t see the point of them. I think people like cats because of the element of (fairly brainless) chaos they introduce. It’s a bit like dealing with a (severely dumb) person. There’s personality interaction. Also, they don’t have to be walked.
Time to make some casserole or other and organize the fridge. QD didn’t do it on Monday.
Morning all. I’m trying to get this job done, I really am, Swampy; I stayed up too late last night working on it because I hit a really, bad patch had an awful night’s sleep, and woke up this morning feeling all wrung out. And I’ve still got a big chunk to finish today. I’ll finish it today, promise, if you promise not to give me a bad hair style! Anything but that!!
To make matters even more fun, yesterday evening the [del]idionts[/del]dogs were wrestling, and they wrestled right into me, and I think sprained my bad knee a bit. It hurt like hell all evening, didn’t feel much better all night, and still ain’t exactly happy this morning, feels all swollen & stuff. I’ve got an appointment with the joint replacement surgeon a week from today, but in the meantime I managed to get into my regular orthopod (who does everything up to the actual replacement) to hopefully get a cortisone shot or something to keep me functioning well enough to drive to Lousyana and back. Because it’s of course the knee on my driving leg. :rolleyes: And then the only appointment I could get is first thing tomorrow morning. In their office halfway between here and DC. Which means allowing a lot of extra time for morning commuter traffic. There’s a reason I work at home, it’s to avoid stuff like this!
I think I’m going to grump myself back to work. I’m just a big ol’ grumpus today. Sorry about that; I’m not trying to bring anybody down. {{{{{hugs}}}}} to Bibs and Rigs. And keep The Sick away from me!
Oh, and did I mention IMO undiagnosed bipolar?