Thank you (rabies)

I want to thank everyone for their purrs and prayers and support. I still
don't understand this #$%$^^ newsreader, and I know there were a bunch of
headers that just disappeared. I wanted to reply to some individually, but
they're gone now.

I am just waiting and watching, and praying that Internet survives the next
six months. His anal prolapse problem is back, his URI is back (very bad
this time), and I am not hopeful. I am giving him penicillin again, KY on
his rear, and trying to do the best I can for him. Everyone else seems
fine, as far as I can tell, and most people who have offered opinions seem
to think that the cats and I will all be all right. It still feels like I
am trapped right now. Some days, I just can't even get on the computer;
I'm too depressed. When I'm not home and sick, hurting and depressed, I am
at a doctor's office. Now I have a new specialist, a spine doctor. My
spine is bad, but could be worse. She wants to try physical therapy in the
pool. I don't even have a bathing suit I could fit into. So I will have
to hit Goodwill and find one, I guess. My doctor wants me to get and wear
tennis shoes, too; I hate them. I like barefoot. But there is so much
pain and weakness in my feet and ankles, I don't have much of a choice.
Guess I'll look for those at Goodwill, too.

Apologies for the hit and run post. Sending loud purrs to all who need
them.

Ginger-lyn

"Ginger-lyn Summer" wrote in message
4.46...
I want to thank everyone for their purrs and prayers and support. I still
don't understand this #$%$^^ newsreader, and I know there were a bunch of
headers that just disappeared. I wanted to reply to some individually,
but
they're gone now.

I am just waiting and watching, and praying that Internet survives the
next
six months. His anal prolapse problem is back, his URI is back (very bad
this time), and I am not hopeful. I am giving him penicillin again, KY on
his rear, and trying to do the best I can for him. Everyone else seems
fine, as far as I can tell, and most people who have offered opinions seem
to think that the cats and I will all be all right. It still feels like I
am trapped right now. Some days, I just can't even get on the computer;
I'm too depressed. When I'm not home and sick, hurting and depressed, I
am
at a doctor's office. Now I have a new specialist, a spine doctor. My
spine is bad, but could be worse. She wants to try physical therapy in
the
pool. I don't even have a bathing suit I could fit into. So I will have
to hit Goodwill and find one, I guess. My doctor wants me to get and wear
tennis shoes, too; I hate them. I like barefoot. But there is so much
pain and weakness in my feet and ankles, I don't have much of a choice.
Guess I'll look for those at Goodwill, too.

Apologies for the hit and run post. Sending loud purrs to all who need
them.

Ginger-lyn

Please be sure to describe the rabies incident to your doctor. It sounds
like there is very little likelihood of any problems, but it's better to be
"safe than sorry."

Also, concerning your shoes: I imagine you need good athletic shoes, and
it's possible that you may also need some orthotic inserts. I realize that
you would not be able to buy the prescription orthotics because of your
financial situation (and they are *very* expensive). However, there are
some over-the-counter inserts that are often helpful, so that's something to
keep in mind if you seem to need additional foot protection. Yes, it's
amazing to see the effects that one part of the body can have on another (in
this case, the effect of feet--and footwear--on the spine).

MaryL

In article ,
"Ginger-lyn Summer" wrote:

I want to thank everyone for their purrs and prayers and support. I still
don't understand this #$%$^^ newsreader, and I know there were a bunch of
headers that just disappeared. I wanted to reply to some individually, but
they're gone now.

You're welcome as far as I'm concerned! Regarding the newsreader, if
you opened the articles that disappeared, it probably marked them as
"read." Somewhere under one of the menus you can probably find
something that says "Mark (as) unread" or something similar. Selecting
this will ensure that the newsreader brings the article(s) down the next
time you log onto your NNTP server.

snip

Baird

--
In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice
there is. -Yogi Berra

On Aug 28, 1:00*pm, "Ginger-lyn Summer"
wrote:
I want to thank everyone for their purrs and prayers and support. *I still
don't understand this #$%$^^ newsreader, and I know there were a bunch of
headers that just disappeared. *I wanted to reply to some individually, but
they're gone now.

I am just waiting and watching, and praying that Internet survives the next
six months. *His anal prolapse problem is back, his URI is back (very bad
this time), and I am not hopeful. *I am giving him penicillin again, KY on
his rear, and trying to do the best I can for him. *

A big part of Internet's chronic illness (and yours as well) is a
direct result of cigarette smoke. You admittedly smoke in your house
(and in bed??!!), and that's slowly killing your cats and you. It's
especially disastrous for an elderly cat who has chronic respiratory
issues. If you want to harm yourself it's certainly your choice to do
so.

But when you harm innocent animals that have no say in the matter
that's unacceptable.

I championed you once before when your cat needed to have his ear
repaired, but I cannot champion you at this moment, and it makes me
sad. You have problems, that's clear. And depression is an extremely
tough thing to deal with. I know. I've BTDT and am having many serious
difficulties in my own life as we speak including recently losing one
of my cats to CRF and trying to figure out how best to manage one of
my other kitties that was just diagnosed with a cystic liver tumor
when I have no money right now due to financial hardships of my own.
But depression and financial hardship doesn't excuse you from
knowingly putting your cats in harms way. And honestly, if you are so
hard up for money how is it that you can afford to buy cigarettes?
That kind of money could be paying for orthotics, better cat food,
bills, etc. Priorities girlfriend.

Ginger-lyn, take a little time to think back to the person you used to
be. A very metaphysical chick that was optimistic and had a good head
on her shoulders. That woman is still there and it would be great to
see you stop with the "poor me" posts and start making lemonade out of
the lemony life you're living. Sure, you get a lot of sympathy here,
and all that does is enable you to continue the doom and gloom. But
I'm going to be honest with you, even if you initially feel I'm being
harsh. I really want to see a happy, productive Ginger-Lyn. You have a
lot of talents that I dare say you could turn into income without
having to work a real job. There are tons of programs and services for
poor and/or disabled individuals and your computer can be the best
tool you have in finding them.

You spend a lot of time and energy on misery and with your experience
in metaphysical matters, you probably know better than most about
negative attracting negative. Knowing this, there is no reason you
can't turn that around, even if it's in baby steps, and use that
energy to instead effect some positive changes in your life.

catlady wrote:

You spend a lot of time and energy on misery and with your experience
in metaphysical matters, you probably know better than most about
negative attracting negative. Knowing this, there is no reason you
can't turn that around, even if it's in baby steps, and use that
energy to instead effect some positive changes in your life.

This is not bad advice, but I wonder what makes you think she's not
already trying to get support and turn things around?

It really is very hard to turn things around when you're suffering
from physical disabilities, clinical depression, poverty, and not
enough help from the people in your life. Every time Ginger-lyn takes
a step toward an improvement, something else falls on her head. I'm
not saying she should just give up, but I am saying that this might
be why things don't improve that quickly, which seems to give you the
impression that she's not making any effort.

Besides, this society has it out for poor people. Especially in this
economy, it's open season on social programs that might have been
helpful to her. I think it's criminal that she is unable to get
disability benefits and health insurance, at the very least! Even
those things could make such a difference.

Joyce

--
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful
stroke of luck. -- the Dalai Lama

"catlady"
On Aug 28, 1:00 pm, "Ginger-lyn Summer"

I want to thank everyone for their purrs and prayers and support. I still
don't understand this #$%$^^ newsreader, and I know there were a bunch of
headers that just disappeared. I wanted to reply to some individually, but
they're gone now.

I am just waiting and watching, and praying that Internet survives the
next
six months. His anal prolapse problem is back, his URI is back (very bad
this time), and I am not hopeful. I am giving him penicillin again, KY on
his rear, and trying to do the best I can for him.

A big part of Internet's chronic illness (and yours as well) is a
direct result of cigarette smoke. You admittedly smoke in your house
(and in bed??!!), and that's slowly killing your cats and you. It's
especially disastrous for an elderly cat who has chronic respiratory
issues. If you want to harm yourself it's certainly your choice to do
so.

But when you harm innocent animals that have no say in the matter
that's unacceptable.

I championed you once before when your cat needed to have his ear
repaired, but I cannot champion you at this moment, and it makes me
sad. You have problems, that's clear. And depression is an extremely
tough thing to deal with. I know. I've BTDT and am having many serious
difficulties in my own life as we speak including recently losing one
of my cats to CRF and trying to figure out how best to manage one of
my other kitties that was just diagnosed with a cystic liver tumor
when I have no money right now due to financial hardships of my own.
But depression and financial hardship doesn't excuse you from
knowingly putting your cats in harms way. And honestly, if you are so
hard up for money how is it that you can afford to buy cigarettes?
That kind of money could be paying for orthotics, better cat food,
bills, etc. Priorities girlfriend.

Ginger-lyn, take a little time to think back to the person you used to
be. A very metaphysical chick that was optimistic and had a good head
on her shoulders. That woman is still there and it would be great to
see you stop with the "poor me" posts and start making lemonade out of
the lemony life you're living. Sure, you get a lot of sympathy here,
and all that does is enable you to continue the doom and gloom. But
I'm going to be honest with you, even if you initially feel I'm being
harsh. I really want to see a happy, productive Ginger-Lyn. You have a
lot of talents that I dare say you could turn into income without
having to work a real job. There are tons of programs and services for
poor and/or disabled individuals and your computer can be the best
tool you have in finding them.

You spend a lot of time and energy on misery and with your experience
in metaphysical matters, you probably know better than most about
negative attracting negative. Knowing this, there is no reason you
can't turn that around, even if it's in baby steps, and use that
energy to instead effect some positive changes in your life.

Good advice. I wish Ginger-lyn well, and hope she takes it. She has been
through a lot lately , as a lot of us have, and we all need to take control
of our lives and make them better, for us and our furbabies.
Purrs and prayers for all to be resolved quickly.
Kyla

"catlady" wrote in message
...

Oh...my...goodness.
You claim to have had clinical depression yourself in the past, you must
have forgotten what it's like.
This sort of "pull yourself together" post is not helpful - because you
can't. Absolutely can't. It's an illness, not a temporary state of mind
and it needs to be treated.
Negativity comes along with it and a weird inability to make decisions and
function properly.

I had clinical depression a few years ago, it arrived unbidden after my
mother was found dead. I can honestly say it was up there with my ovarian
cancer as one of the most disabling illnesses I have ever had. I was
unable to do anything much. Everything was too much trouble, even preparing
food and drinks for myself, but I still looked after my pets, like it was
programmed in or something.
Fortunately my cousin noticed and escorted me firmly to the doctor to get
medication and decided she'd fund a broadband subscription for me. She's
rich now and will not even notice it but she's remembering when her sister
died aged 26 and she sunk into clinical depression herself.
If any of you have not had clinical depression ( depression does not mean
you are fed up) imagine this.
You can't be bothered to bath or wash your hair. You know you should, but
somehow you can't. You are hungry but cannot cook food for yourself.
You drop a carton of eggs on the floor accidentally. They break all over
your carpet and you see that but just leave them there. You see a newpaper
on the floor. You think "I should pick this up" but you don,t, you just
look at it for hours.
That's what clinical depression is.

Tweed

"Christina Websell" wrote in
message ...

"catlady" wrote in message
...

Oh...my...goodness.
You claim to have had clinical depression yourself in the past,
you must have forgotten what it's like.
This sort of "pull yourself together" post is not helpful -
because you can't. Absolutely can't. It's an illness, not a
temporary state of mind and it needs to be treated.
Negativity comes along with it and a weird inability to make
decisions and function properly.

I had clinical depression a few years ago, it arrived unbidden
after my mother was found dead. I can honestly say it was up
there with my ovarian cancer as one of the most disabling
illnesses I have ever had. I was unable to do anything much.
Everything was too much trouble, even preparing food and drinks
for myself, but I still looked after my pets, like it was
programmed in or something.
Fortunately my cousin noticed and escorted me firmly to the doctor
to get medication and decided she'd fund a broadband subscription
for me. She's rich now and will not even notice it but she's
remembering when her sister died aged 26 and she sunk into
clinical depression herself.
If any of you have not had clinical depression ( depression does
not mean you are fed up) imagine this.
You can't be bothered to bath or wash your hair. You know you
should, but somehow you can't. You are hungry but cannot cook
food for yourself.
You drop a carton of eggs on the floor accidentally. They break
all over your carpet and you see that but just leave them there.
You see a newpaper on the floor. You think "I should pick this
up" but you don,t, you just look at it for hours.
That's what clinical depression is.

Tweed

I've been there, thankfully never again as bad as the first time.
And family members have had their share of episodes.

The one advice from the experts that has always truly driven my up a
wall, is 'get some exercise. Go out and go for a walk everyday and
you will soon feel better'

Lovely advice, though if someone is in the grips of depression it is
on a par with 'why don't you take up flying? Go out and flap your
arms and enjoy the clouds and the air!

Jo

On Aug 30, 8:00*am, "Christina Websell"
wrote:

You can't be bothered to bath or wash your hair. *You know you should, but
somehow you can't. *You are hungry but cannot cook food for yourself.
You drop a carton of eggs on the floor accidentally. *They break all over
your carpet and you see that but just leave them there. *You see a newpaper
on the floor. *You think "I should pick this up" but you don,t, you just
look at it for hours.


Yep- you're lying in bed and you need the loo and somehow the sheer
effort of pulling back the covers walking across the hallway and using
the toilet is akin to climbing Everest- that's the one I remember
most. I did manage it through
But at my worst I think I went (those of a senstitive disposition
read no further) almost 2 weeks without washing my hair or having a
bath. Honestly half the time I would not have the energy to undress I
would fall into bed fully clothed and lie there thinking "I should get
undressed" but the sheer effort of pulling a shirt off was too much
and a bra was completely out of the equation. I also seemed to spend
a ;lot of time just staring at the TV and if you'd asked me what I was
watching I couldn;t have told you- it was just there

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

wrote in message
...
On Aug 30, 8:00 am, "Christina Websell"
wrote:

You can't be bothered to bath or wash your hair. You know you should, but
somehow you can't. You are hungry but cannot cook food for yourself.
You drop a carton of eggs on the floor accidentally. They break all over
your carpet and you see that but just leave them there. You see a newpaper
on the floor. You think "I should pick this up" but you don,t, you just
look at it for hours.


Yep- you're lying in bed and you need the loo and somehow the sheer
effort of pulling back the covers walking across the hallway and using
the toilet is akin to climbing Everest- that's the one I remember
most. I did manage it through
But at my worst I think I went (those of a senstitive disposition
read no further) almost 2 weeks without washing my hair or having a
bath. Honestly half the time I would not have the energy to undress I
would fall into bed fully clothed and lie there thinking "I should get
undressed" but the sheer effort of pulling a shirt off was too much
and a bra was completely out of the equation. I also seemed to spend
a ;lot of time just staring at the TV and if you'd asked me what I was
watching I couldn;t have told you- it was just there

-------

Yes. I got so worried I phoned a social worker friend who is an ASW
(approved social worker in mental health who is qualified to send people to
hospital against their will under the Mental Health Act)
I was so upset I was crying so she came very quickly. She talked to me for
a while and then she asked me to make her a hot drink in a glass of water.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't decide whether to put the cold cordial in
first or whether the glass would break when I put the hot water in.
She told me I wasn't mad - that I had clinical depression and it's common
with it that you are unable to sequence things correctly, that's why she
asked me to do the drink thing.

I am OK now, but it's not something I'd want to go though again.

I can understand why people kill themselves when they've got it.

Tweed