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Sorry for your loss, DuracellEnergizer. I know what that is like. It is very difficult to loss a pet.
As for Cheech, the only advice I can give you, is to take him to the Vet and tell them everything you mentioned on here. It is possible if they examine Pipo’s body, it might help them determine what happened and whether or not Cheech is in danger for the same thing.
My parents will never take him to the vet. That’s how cheap they are.
Hell, if it wasn’t for me taking initiative, they would’ve just taken Pipo’s body to the dump.
So I sent this a few days ago:
I found your listing on the website of the International OCD Foundation. Do you accept my insurance? What would the co-pay be with it? I have Aspergers, and have been previously diagnosed with depression and anxiety, am on an SSRI, and am currently experiencing symptoms which appear like OCD. I was wondering if I could get a consultation. I work retail, so my schedule is often fluid. I can be reached at this e-mail, or via text or phone at…
Sent from my iPhone
Let us hope for the best.
As it’s a holiday weekend, no one has been available. Sometimes, I’ve actually been doing pretty well. Others? Well, let’s say not so well. More and more of the latter. I think I’m getting worse, and it’s a frightening experience, to say the least. The good times are all right. The bad times are not getting better.
“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one.”
Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death
Just keep trying. There will be highs and lows, but they can be managed with work. You’re doing a lot better than many in your situation.
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
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Don’t know what I’m doing here. I never go into this thread because it’s depressing and you guys all have serious stuff going on.
Just needed to say something. Girlfriend broke up with me today. I don’t know. It’s been pretty rough. Never felt this fucked up before, not even close.
Aww dammit, sorry man.
Damn Dom, I’m sorry.
Breakups are hard. Went through a massive one myself last year.
All I can say is keep moving forward because it will get better.
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
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Breakups can leave just as much if not more of an negative impact as a bereavement.
When you enter a relationship you merge the threads of your individual lives into a single cloth. If that has to come to an end it’s better, where possible to carefully unpick the stitches.
All the cliches about being torn up, ripped to bits, falling to pieces, they don’t come from nowhere. It’s all real human stuff.
Breakups can leave just as much if not more of an negative impact as a bereavement.
When you enter a relationship you merge the threads of your individual lives into a single cloth. If that has to come to an end it’s better, where possible to carefully unpick the stitches.
All the cliches about being torn up, ripped to bits, falling to pieces, they don’t come from nowhere. It’s all real human stuff.
Indeed.
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
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My Dad is leaving the Hospital and going to a rehab facility. They will do both mental and physical rehab there.
That’s a good sign. Hopefully it’s all up from here!
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
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let us hope so, but he has a long way to go.
Found a guy on the International OCD Foundation’s website, called him after work today, and discovered that my insurance does in fact cover him, and the co-pay is inexpensive. I may hate my job, but the insurance can be pretty good. Unfortunately, he’s only a psychologist, so he’ll be unable to prescribe. I wasn’t hugely enamored of him on the phone, but hey, it’s a phone call. I did find one negative review of him on Google (Since when does Yelp let you review therapists?), so I’m hoping it doesn’t color my perception. It’s just a consultation. Now it’s a fair drive, but hopefully he can at least offer some advice. I have had patches where I seem to be feeling better, I think this is something biochemical. I hope maybe he can coordinate with the NP who prescribes for me if he’s good. I don’t know. It’s something. Maybe not something good, I don’t know, but I’ve tried something, anyway.
let us hope so, but he has a long way to go.
I hope he continues to make progress. I sincerely do, man.
“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one.”
Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death
thankyou. I hope the best for you as well.
Found a guy on the International OCD Foundation’s website, called him after work today, and discovered that my insurance does in fact cover him, and the co-pay is inexpensive. I may hate my job, but the insurance can be pretty good. Unfortunately, he’s only a psychologist, so he’ll be unable to prescribe. I wasn’t hugely enamored of him on the phone, but hey, it’s a phone call. I did find one negative review of him on Google (Since when does Yelp let you review therapists?), so I’m hoping it doesn’t color my perception. It’s just a consultation. Now it’s a fair drive, but hopefully he can at least offer some advice. I have had patches where I seem to be feeling better, I think this is something biochemical. I hope maybe he can coordinate with the NP who prescribes for me if he’s good. I don’t know. It’s something. Maybe not something good, I don’t know, but I’ve tried something, anyway.
let us hope so, but he has a long way to go.
I hope he continues to make progress. I sincerely do, man.
It sounds like a good start, either way. Keep going with it!
Keep Circulating the Tapes.
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My Dad is leaving the Hospital and going to a rehab facility. They will do both mental and physical rehab there.
Great news. My pal who had the stroke just returned from a stay at the recovery unit and I chatted to him on the phone on Sunday. He sounded happier and more like himself than he has for almost a decade. He had a few flubs… He called the recovery unit, “college” which is a good mistake as he is learning stuff there. He can walk with a frame and is beginning to write again with his right hand. I hope your dad will come back well. He may never be as he was again but in some ways he may come back better prepared for the many years of health I hope he has to look forward to. It’s going to be a bit of a challenge for yourself adjusting to the changes.
thank you.
He was not as responsive today as they would like and the his white blood cell count is off. Either he has more bleeding in his head or some sort of infection. Please pray if you are willing.
I haven’t stopped! I hope everything works out for him in the end.
thankyou. He has some sort of infection. CAT scan showed no signs of anymore bleeding. There are admitting him again to the hospital and treating him with antibiotics.
He was not as responsive today as they would like and the his white blood cell count is off. Either he has more bleeding in his head or some sort of infection. Please pray if you are willing.
I am sorry, man. It sounded like things were getting better, this is so sad. I am truly sorry. I will continue to hope for the best for you and him. Jesus, man. I’m so sorry.
“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one.”
Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death
So, let’s recap: my mother’s best friend, not even 60, was barely able to walk last week. Upon medical examination, she has amazing levels of damage to her spine. God only knows what medical science will attempt to do. My uncle is almost having a nervous breakdown because he is attempting to get my grandfather, age 82, to undergo some tests for geriatric conditions, particularly regarding his balance, and install something in the shower for the same purpose. He has gotten angry, which I have never seen him do, insisting that he wants to continue with his life as it was even after the life-threatening fall he recently took, refusing to slow down. My aunt, who’s parents are geriatric and spends a lot of time helping them, is increasingly frustrated at him because of what she perceives as his inability to help, causing friction in their marriage, with my mother, and my grandfather, whom I live in fear every day of losing or of facing senility. My mother has also discovered that apparently one of her other friends has cancer, and that some personal information she sent to the post office has gone missing. She has long live in fear of identity theft. She’s near tears. This was all just today, mind. God only knows what awaits in the future.
I’ve been more comfortable coming home tonight, though from from where I should be. Though I’ve managed to set up an appointment with a psychologist, there’s not telling if he’s good or how effective he’ll be, and it’s a significant ride. More importantly, I need a fucking psyiatrist who can prescribe fucking medication. My OCD-Depression-Anxiety-whatever is not improving, particularly while I’m at work, nor is the dawning realization of what a mess I’ve made of my life. As I text my mother in the throes of some of it further stresses her, making her insist I’m suicidal. I’m not; sometimes, I’m OK, sometimes, I feel like my head will explode or the depression is an unmanageable weight. And I kind of need to keep fucking going to work.
I also have to face my other friend about the fact that this while scenario, not to mention my discomfort, means that we’re going to have to bail on our travel plans, so I’m going to have to deal with that when I get up, and I am not looking forward to it. Really, really, really, really not looking forward to, and shouldn’t have talked about it when I knew I’d chicken out, but I do feel like these recent psychological issues are a sufficient reason too. To be fair.
I wish I had a vice; I could use some smoking, drinking, drugs, sex, something to take the edge off. I’m sick of not being able to sit and relax and watch TV. At least I think that’s a reasonable request. So yeah. Fun day.
“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one.”
Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death
I’m hoping your dad recovers from whatever infection he has, Warb.
And I’m sorry to hear about your family troubles, Mike.
So, let’s recap: my mother’s best friend, not even 60, was barely able to walk last week. Upon medical examination, she has amazing levels of damage to her spine. God only knows what medical science will attempt to do. My uncle is almost having a nervous breakdown because he is attempting to get my grandfather, age 82, to undergo some tests for geriatric conditions, particularly regarding his balance, and install something in the shower for the same purpose. He has gotten angry, which I have never seen him do, insisting that he wants to continue with his life as it was even after the life-threatening fall he recently took, refusing to slow down.
Warn your Grandfather about my father’s story. This started out as balance problems. He has fallen many times(though not as serious as this recent time). Last October he fell and had a gash in the back of his head that he needed staples in. He fell again in January and we think it had something to do with causing his sciatica. This inflicted terrible pain on him for about six months. He finally got an operation that cured it and was recovering when this latest fall happened. He has had severe bleeding on the brain and may never recover and be sane again. Ask your Grandfather if he wants all that. If he is on a blood thinner, it increases the risk of the bleeding on the brain.
My aunt, who’s parents are geriatric and spends a lot of time helping them, is increasingly frustrated at him because of what she perceives as his inability to help, causing friction in their marriage, with my mother, and my grandfather, whom I live in fear every day of losing or of facing senility. My mother has also discovered that apparently one of her other friends has cancer, and that some personal information she sent to the post office has gone missing. She has long live in fear of identity theft. She’s near tears. This was all just today, mind. God only knows what awaits in the future.
man, that is terrible. I don’t what to say. I will keep your family in my prayers and hope things get better.
I’ve been more comfortable coming home tonight, though from from where I should be. Though I’ve managed to set up an appointment with a psychologist, there’s not telling if he’s good or how effective he’ll be, and it’s a significant ride. More importantly, I need a fucking psyiatrist who can prescribe fucking medication. My OCD-Depression-Anxiety-whatever is not improving, particularly while I’m at work, nor is the dawning realization of what a mess I’ve made of my life. As I text my mother in the throes of some of it further stresses her, making her insist I’m suicidal. I’m not; sometimes, I’m OK, sometimes, I feel like my head will explode or the depression is an unmanageable weight. And I kind of need to keep fucking going to work.
I also have to face my other friend about the fact that this while scenario, not to mention my discomfort, means that we’re going to have to bail on our travel plans, so I’m going to have to deal with that when I get up, and I am not looking forward to it. Really, really, really, really not looking forward to, and shouldn’t have talked about it when I knew I’d chicken out, but I do feel like these recent psychological issues are a sufficient reason too. To be fair.
Good luck getting the help you need. I hope for the best.
I wish I had a vice; I could use some smoking, drinking, drugs, sex, something to take the edge off. I’m sick of not being able to sit and relax and watch TV. At least I think that’s a reasonable request. So yeah. Fun day.
trust me, you do not want to get addicted to drinking or drugs. This would only make your situation worse.