smonster, I'm glad your friend is doing well.

My niece starts at UNC-CH very soon and I have told her that I will be forwarding any performances you announce and that I expect her to get herself to one.

vw, I hope you and the dogs reach a truce soon.

eta: Barb! I saw your picture over at Smart Bitches under the LOLRWA entry. You look lovely, of course.

{{{Hil}}}

Heh-- Thanks, Sparky. I'm still mildly bemused over the whole thing, but at least I didn't look like a complete douche and SB Sarah had blotting papers handy, so I wasn't completely shiny either. *g*

smonster, I'm glad your friend is doing well.

Thanks. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they fixed everything they need to and he won't need any more surgery.

My niece starts at UNC-CH very soon and I have told her that I will be forwarding any performances you announce and that I expect her to get herself to one.

Oh, cool! She should come take classes...

Also, I love the coinage "snoggle" and I'm going to use it at every opportunity. Snuggling + snogging ftw.

Kinda reminds me of the f2fs...

I loves me some Lexapro, I tell you what.

I've gone through Celexa & Lexapro, briefly adding on Wellbutrin to the latter (BADNESS) and am now on Cymbalta + ADD meds.

Next up I want to explore EFT and DBT, b/c I'd rather not need meds forever and I really need to change my thinking patterns. I've had one EFT session with some dramatic results, and my sister's doing DBT right now and finding it helpful. We have a lot of the same issues, though hers are more intense.

(NB - I ain't no Tom Cruise - I fully understand that some people need meds their whole lives. I just hope I am not one of them.)

My mother is trying really, really hard to drive me to medication. This morning's phone call was thankfully not about the Renewed Fabulousness that is My Father, but rather, "I don't know what to do about your brother-- physically, he's better, but mentally..."

(For the record, my brother was undiagnosed bipolar and quite possibly paranoid schizophrenic-- one reason he was undiagnosed was because my mother refused to believe that anything was actually wrong with the little dumpling so kept making excuses and enabling, expecting that one day, he'd grow up. He's 49.)

Currently, because he's gotten so far into non compos mentes, he's been in a hospital and now in a nursing home and she's trying to figure out what the next step is.

She got rather put out when I said, "Mom, given the combination of both prescription and non-prescription drugs he's been on for the last thirty years or so, I think you have to understand there is no getting better for him. There's no way to even get a baseline for what is 'normal' anymore. There is no such thing, he won't get better, and the sooner you realize that, the better."

To which I got the, "You'll see, as your children get older," response.

Dude, I don't hold my kids up on some pedestal. I know they may/do have issues. I'm fully prepared for a rough fall as Nate transitions into middle school. I'm fully prepared to do what it takes to help him through it, whether it requires counseling or tough love or letting him stumble and fall and be hurt, no matter how hard that is, or whatever. The one thing I'll never do is turn a blind eye and pretend it doesn't exist or that it'll magically go away.

Sorry to be so < memememe> She's just intent on driving me down the crazy road it seems. And once again, moving and not leaving a forwarding address is sounding reallllllly good.

CUT AND PASTE, PEOPLE!!!!

There is one attorney here who will routinely ask me to resend attachments I have already emailed him in a blank document so he can forward it to other people without the email thread. IT'S CALLED THE DELETE BUTTON.

Gah, Barb. What a mess.

That is out of control, Perkins.