I don't have the best social skills and often barge around like a bull in a china shop. It's more to do with my lack of socialization at key periods in my life coupled with being depressed or manic. I realized the other day I was saying something and it wasn't the best idea and I tried to make a note of it.

I'm just worried about saying to someone who is struggling with feeling like something is wrong with him...that there really IS something he has to deal with beyond just learning some manners.

I don't know your Fela but it might be a relief for him. I know the times I've been diagnosised with stuff (bipolar disorder, PCOS, and even the mis diagnosis of depression) it was a relief. Because there was a reason for it (mania, weight gain, depression, etc) that was out of my control. But there was some logic to it and I wasn't just broken in some bizarre way that no one else ever was or could understand. It was also a relief to know there are other people who go through similiar things and tools (medicine, therapy,etc) to make changes that I wanted but could never on my own.

He will sometimes seem so defeated (and dare I say it, passive) in the face of his problems that I really worry about making it worse. I hope that, at least puruing an option, will be a relief.

The medical stuff has been a real struggle. I've bordered on nagging in terms of my contention that being so miserable is just not normal and does not need to be borne. He will, in turn, stick with anything a doctor tells him to do...for as long as he tells him to do it...even when it isn't working. It's maddening.

Ooh, I should add some Buffista testimonials. That might be cool. Now, remember, this is going out to potential mates' families! Be discreet and unprofane!

"I'm sorry, I have to step away a moment - my monkey says I'm being an asshole."

People should really listen to their monkeys.

Combining themes: "P-C always listens to his monkey."

eta: Also, inadvertent slumbernutting.

Combining themes: "P-C always listens to his monkey."

"Goofus yells at his monkey until it goes away."

"P-C always listens to his monkey."

"Goofus yells at his monkey until it goes away."

Cat on chest led to posting before I planned. At least I will know what a heart attack feels like.

CASS!!!!!

2006 had to give me one more kick on the way out.

My grandfather went back in the hospital Saturday because he broke his leg again. He then got pneumonia, which they were waiting for to clear up before pinning the leg.

I went to see him on Christmas day before heading back to Dallas. He looked pretty bad, black and blue and just really...small. However, when he woke up to talk to me he was coherent. Asked about Dallas and Mr. Jane. He told me I'm pretty and that I "make an old man proud." When the nurse came in to ask him if he wanted his bath, she had to lean in, because he's hard of hearing. When she turned to get the stuff for his bath, he said, "Dammit! I thought you was gonna kiss me!"

My cousin called to let me know that his kidneys are failing. They're not going to do dialysis or bother to set his leg. He's not going to go back down to the lake from the hospital.

My grandparents raised me during summers and vacations. Grandandy taught me how to hook a worm, fish and scale a fish. He made the best teacakes on the planet, and was even in the newspaper for it. I was his favorite, and my cousins would always send me to ask him if we could use the good wood for our tree houses and other projects, if he'd take us fishing, or make us buttermilk buiscits in the morning. He decided to move down to the lake after he retired from being a Louisiana State trooper (though he'd also worked the rigs in the Gulf), and announced to my grandmother he was moving down to Toledo Bend and she was welcome to come. His uniform was light blue or tan Dickies and he is a rabid LSU fan and used to escort the coaches off the field.

I'm trying to come to grips with it. 96 is a long time to have lived, and they were really good years.

Cat on chest led to posting before I planned. At least I will know what a heart attack feels like.

Like being felt up by a cat?

(see? even SPP can't alway find the obvious pussy joke)

Hey, bug!

I just had to chase Kittenish down to remove a purple bandage from her leg. Vets shouldn't put dark purple bandage wraps on dark black cats. Because I fail to notice them for a couple of days.