psychological
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I’m exhausted. What’s with the pink? There were pink walls, pink robes (the ones that tie in the front), and pink plastic bags. There was pink wrapped candy if I cared to pick any up. The pictures where ugly pink flowers. Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink. I get it. Breast cancer awareness is a pink ribbon,… Read more
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Admittedly, I’ve made the past couple of days harder on myself than I needed to be. The Wednesday routine mammogram turned up something. This something was so something that they called me back on Thursday for additional pictures. Neither I nor my doctors are sure what it is yet, but I have two theories. A: … Read more
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Saw Doc S this morning. No change in the anti-depressants. She warded me from anti-schizophrenia meds. Doc S said that, with my history, the side effects could be worse than any potential help. If the voices persist, we may have to resort to that, but so far, so good. Despite the cold and… Read more
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For some reason, I decided to stay home today. No gym, no silly game – nothing. My decision might possibly be based on the ice coating the quickly bare tree limbs. The power was out from about one am going forward till about ten. I really, really, really dislike the cold and the aching bones… Read more
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I think I have a natural allergy to waiting. Right now, I’m waiting for my sister to wake up so we can go to the gym and she spoils me with lunch at Chilis (or Applebees or Montana Mikes or Texas Roadhouse) and Starbucks. But, she worked late last night and have never exactly been… Read more
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So, I think, somewhere in the neighborhood of 36 days I will be in Florida for 60. This will be the longest visit to Florida since my Indiana return by some two weeks and change. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit apprehensive. Florida holds some painful and shaming memories for me. … Read more
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Can that sentence even be used without evoking a Tim Burton copyright? The Nightmare Before Christmas is practically woven into our culture at this point. Well, today is Halloween. Disclaimer: In no way is the title of this blog used in conjuncture with Tim Burton’s properties in any way, shape, or form. Since mom and… Read more
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I had a little epiphany when I was in the shower last night. If you’re not sure what epiphany means, google it. It’s not what you think, dirty bird. Anyway, maybe the reason why conventional Hollywood doesn’t provide scares any more is that I’m scarred. Not to brag or anything, think about it. I went… Read more
