Stupid edit window.
My main upset at the moment. Flower shop crap. I’m having impulse control issues (manic) and I bought some flowers I shouldn’t have. If I don’t get orders that use them up my boss will flip out on me when she gets back. Intense anxiety over her return.
So, yeah. Edited for clarity of earlier post or something.
{{{{{hugs to you}}}}}} this might be of some help YMMV: moodgym - Interactive skills training for depression and anxiety Updated program
Both are DIY CBT
Well, the waiting is over for us. My uncle’s cancer has come back.
Now we wait for more tests and a decreased set of options.
Shit.
And my kid’s away again (damn school holidays).
How did it go MRW?
The cops called around today. They spent a good hour trying to pressure me into pressing charges.
Later a so called friend told me that by not pressing charges I would be responsible for any future assaults by him.
Hug please
I can’t take much more
{{{{{{madrabbitwoman}}}}}}. Also, your friend is an idiot. If that guy assaults anybody else ever it is him who is responsible for it.
{{{{{{maggenpye}}}}}}
Do we also give scritches and shoulder-rubs? I’ve been sitting too long in the same not-very-good position while doing intense work, ouchies. And I have one of those itches that you can reach but not at a really good angle: just under my right shoulderblade…
If you haven’t done them yet, call the nearest tax office. When I lived in Miami I filed my taxes with the help of people volunteering at IRS’s offices; in Spain I do them by bringing my information to an “IRS” employee who squares everything away in its little squares, tells me how much it will hurt or whether I’m getting a refund, and asks whether I want to split the pain / when can I expect the refund. Since I have nothing to hide, it works beautifully. All of them have always made sure I was claiming everything I could claim; the year I happened to be under the poverty level in the US, the gentleman helping me had literature on applying for food stamps and so forth (irrelevant at the time, since by the time I was filing I already had another job).
((Hugs everyone in thread))
I’m unemployed, steadily going more and more broke, and going out of my head with boredom. And I feel like I have no friend in this city.
I can understand the cops’ attitude, but it is your choice. Stick with what’s best for you.
You are not responsible for the actions of others and it is not an act of friendship to add to your burdens.
I was simply going to say I was speechless, but obviously I’m not.
Scritch. Scritch. S c r I t c h…
Thank you both for the good advice. I really appreciate any help I can get. I’ve got a slightly better handle on things now.
And say (very quietly) ‘hug? hug?’ …Like Dr. Evil, asking his son for a hug, in Austin Powers! I wanted to give him a hug when he did that!
You’re a badass, PapSett, and one of the Dopers I admire most (srsly). You’re gonna do fine 
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Goooood Heart of Dorkness
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Nice Heart of Dorkness for starting this thread
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Awesome Heart of Dorkness
This has not been my day. It’s my week on-call at work, and I got a page at 3:30 this morning. I got in at 4:45, and then when I got home, another page.
Then I was napping. I got woken up at 7pm by Mr. Neville shouting downstairs. I asked if he was ok, and he said no, there was a mouse in the bag of cat food and it ran over his hand when he went to feed the cats. I’m scared of mice running on me.
I really don’t know what to say… that is seriously one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. EVER.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
BTW, I am learning a little bit more about the job transition, and while I am still nervous, I am feeling a little more confident. And this post made me feel even better.
Just tellin’ the truth and nothing but 