[OT] Tips for Coping

Lots of purrs for you to be approved for the operation and for it to be a
success,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
...
snip
I wish I could take you up on the talk. Part of the loss is the loss of
my
hearing. I was scheduled for a cochlear implant in July only to have it
yanked away by my insurance on the day before surgery. Now I have been on
disability long enough to get Medicare and I understand they will cover
it.
Next appointment with the hearing doctors is December 8th.

Jo

"Sherry " wrote in message
...
guess what she does every Thursday? Irons sheets. Yes, she irons
bedsheets. Not only is it expected of her, she feels it must be done.
She
also irons table cloths, napkins, underwear, t-shirts and jeans.

IRONS UNDERWEAR? Underwear???? Whoooaaaa.
I iron tableclothes and napkins. Once a year, at Thanksgiving. :-)

In some places around hte world, it is necessary to iron absolutley
everything because of some skin-burrowing creature that lurks in the water
they use to wash clothes. The heat from the iron kills the beastie.

Yowie,
Who doens't even know where her iron is or even if I still have one.


---
Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.
Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).
Version: 6.0.799 / Virus Database: 543 - Release Date: 20/11/04

"Yowie" wrote in message
...
"CatNipped" wrote in message
...

Don't think I"ve told the group this before.

I have a scar on my left wrist from a suicide attempt when I was 21. Its
not
overly noticable, but I usually wear my watch over it.

I didn't even know I was depressed until I was 26 and we got a whole new
bunch of people at work who decided they were going to be friends with me
whether i liked it or not. About a month after they arrived, my face was
in
constant agony. I much later figured out that it was because my smiling
muscles had been grossly atrophied and were now actually having to do a
fair
bit of smiling work each day.

And later than year, when the depression had well and truly lifted, I
finally got up th confidence to leave my manipulative and abusive ex, who
I
had been with since I was 15.

So yes, I know what depresion is, what its like, and never ever want to
crawl back down that horrid pit of despair shudder

Yowie

{{{{{{{{{{Yowie}}}}}}}}}}

There are so many - too many - of us here who have been horribly hurt and
abused. Personally I think it's because those trusting, caring, loving, and
giving people make the perfect victims for the users and abusers of the
world. When you live life with your heart wide open, you're liable to let
in a whole lot of hurt. However, without those tender hearts, what a
horribly cold and cruel world this would be. Thank the heavens for you,
each of you are a precious, unique, and priceless treasure!

Hugs,

CatNipped

That makes good sense.

We have an iron - my Mum and sister ganged up one year and bought us
one. When we moved to Sydney we carefully packed it in a box and
promptly forgot where it was. We didn't notice it was missing for
about 8 months, when Dave's parents visited us and his Mum wanted to
use it. We searched everywhere, but didn't find it, so Dave's Mum had
to cope with wrinkled clothes (hey, it made her fit in with the rest
of us!). Fast forward several months to when I get a bug in me about
the state (and stink) of the dogs' bedclothes. I deconstruct their
beds, putting half of their bedclothes into the wash and the other
half into the rubbish bin. At that stage I discover an unpacked box
hiding behind Kendra's bed and within the box lies the iron and
assorted other bits and pieces of things we hadn't missed :^)
The iron now lives in the laundry; buried under piles of other junk we
never use.

Tish


On Sat, 4 Dec 2004 10:23:33 +1100, "Yowie"
wrote:

"Sherry " wrote in message
...
guess what she does every Thursday? Irons sheets. Yes, she irons
bedsheets. Not only is it expected of her, she feels it must be done.
She
also irons table cloths, napkins, underwear, t-shirts and jeans.

IRONS UNDERWEAR? Underwear???? Whoooaaaa.
I iron tableclothes and napkins. Once a year, at Thanksgiving. :-)

In some places around hte world, it is necessary to iron absolutley
everything because of some skin-burrowing creature that lurks in the water
they use to wash clothes. The heat from the iron kills the beastie.

Yowie,
Who doens't even know where her iron is or even if I still have one.


---
Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.
Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).
Version: 6.0.799 / Virus Database: 543 - Release Date: 20/11/04

LOL this thread reminds me of an incident that happened at my daughter's 6th
birthday. My best friend and her two girls were in attendance as well as a
number of neighborhood girls, and my mom was there. Someone gave my
daughter a toy iron and ironing board. My daughter looked at it in
puzzlement and asked, "What is this?" Not a single girl child there knew
the answer to her question and I got a dirty look from my mom! ; Ah the
joys of being born into a "permanent press" world!!!

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Tish Silberbauer" wrote in message
...
That makes good sense.

We have an iron - my Mum and sister ganged up one year and bought us
one. When we moved to Sydney we carefully packed it in a box and
promptly forgot where it was. We didn't notice it was missing for
about 8 months, when Dave's parents visited us and his Mum wanted to
use it. We searched everywhere, but didn't find it, so Dave's Mum had
to cope with wrinkled clothes (hey, it made her fit in with the rest
of us!). Fast forward several months to when I get a bug in me about
the state (and stink) of the dogs' bedclothes. I deconstruct their
beds, putting half of their bedclothes into the wash and the other
half into the rubbish bin. At that stage I discover an unpacked box
hiding behind Kendra's bed and within the box lies the iron and
assorted other bits and pieces of things we hadn't missed :^)
The iron now lives in the laundry; buried under piles of other junk we
never use.

Tish


On Sat, 4 Dec 2004 10:23:33 +1100, "Yowie"
wrote:

"Sherry " wrote in message
...
guess what she does every Thursday? Irons sheets. Yes, she irons
bedsheets. Not only is it expected of her, she feels it must be done.
She
also irons table cloths, napkins, underwear, t-shirts and jeans.

IRONS UNDERWEAR? Underwear???? Whoooaaaa.
I iron tableclothes and napkins. Once a year, at Thanksgiving. :-)

In some places around hte world, it is necessary to iron absolutley
everything because of some skin-burrowing creature that lurks in the
water
they use to wash clothes. The heat from the iron kills the beastie.

Yowie,
Who doens't even know where her iron is or even if I still have one.


---
Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.
Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).
Version: 6.0.799 / Virus Database: 543 - Release Date: 20/11/04

Jo Firey wrote:

I wish I could take you up on the talk. Part of the loss is the
loss of my hearing. I was scheduled for a cochlear implant in July
only to have it yanked away by my insurance on the day before surgery.

Oh, GRRRRR! One of my pet peeves! I'm so sorry that happened to you.

Being hard of hearing can be extremely isolating, and if you're battling
depression, you don't need barriers to getting help and support.

Now I have been on disability long enough to get Medicare and I
understand they will cover it. Next appointment with the hearing
doctors is December 8th.

Yay! I hope it goes well.

Very-rumbly-so-they-can-be-felt purrs,
Joyce

Kreisleriana wrote:

- Feelings of lethargy, not wanting to put forth the effort to do anything.
snip much good advice

I'm like that *all* the time! I consider that normal.

LOL, me too. I'm definitely *not* an overachiever. Not ambitious. I'll
do my job and make sure to do it right, but I'm not into climbing the
ladder of success. Throughout my years of working in high-tech, I was so
well-paid that money wasn't an incentive. I was always satisfied with my
pay! So I didn't care about promotions and so forth. Life outside of work
was too important. (Of course, having work itself would be nice, too -
I'm not *that* unambitious, LOL.)

I really treasure my lack of drive. I wish I lived in Italy or
Spain, where they don't think work is the most important thing in
life.

Yay for us type B's!!! Spain is my #1 travel destination goal... er,
when I have the money to go, that is. Which requires I get a job.

I endorse everything Nipped said. Especially about doing everything you
possibly can to make yourself laugh. When I'm feeling down, I get out
the "Far Side" and "Calvin and Hobbes" books.

When I want a good laugh, I watch "Play it Again Sam" - the Woody Allen
movie from the mid 70s. The scene where he's trying to impress a date
by putting on hip jazz music to prove how cool he is, is just hysterical,
especially when he gets so nervous that he accidentally flings a vinyl
record across the room (in front of his date, of course).

I admit that I like physical comedy. I also love comedy where one person
understands something (whatever it is) and thinks it's normal, but the
other person thinks it's totally bizarre. For some reason, that makes me
laugh so hard that I need to keep my albuterol inhaler on hand before I
hack my brains out. (Actually, it's more like, hack my bladder out, but
that's another story! )

Joyce

You cannot know how timely this is for me. I'm going thru a bad spell. A
lot of losses I can't seem to get my head around, poor health, a little
help from some nasty medication and the season have all ganged up on me at
once.

Oh wow, purrs that your health improves very soon.



May I also add that those who feel a tendency towards self-injury, or
a tendency towards venting one's wrath on others, realize that these
things are symptoms of a disease. They don't make you evil or
worthless or weak. It is a disease that can be TREATED. If you can't
ask for help, get someone else to call the doctor for you, and go with
you. If you go on medication, it will not make you artificially happy
or mess up your personality. I learned these things firsthand this
year--if only I'd known what the medication did, and didn't, do.
Thank the Gods my partner's a medical student, and recognized what was
really happening with me.

Bright Blessings to all.

--Fil

Monique Y. Mudama wrote:

Anyway, the really sad part to me is that, when I told my dad I was
going to look for a therapist to talk some of my stress out, it
really bummed him out... my father I guess is just a different
generation and a different culture. He said something like, "Well,
honey, when you say you're going to see a therapist ... that sounds
like, you know, you think you 'need therapy.'"

Maybe he feels like it's a comment on him as a parent? After all, most
people's perception of therapy is that it's all about figuring out what
terrible things your parents did to you to make you so screwed up. So
if you're going to see a therapist, maybe he thinks that's his fault,
and he feels a bit defensive about that?

Joyce

On 2004-12-04, CatNipped penned:
LOL this thread reminds me of an incident that happened at my daughter's 6th
birthday. My best friend and her two girls were in attendance as well as a
number of neighborhood girls, and my mom was there. Someone gave my
daughter a toy iron and ironing board. My daughter looked at it in
puzzlement and asked, "What is this?" Not a single girl child there knew
the answer to her question and I got a dirty look from my mom! ; Ah the
joys of being born into a "permanent press" world!!!

Hugs,

CatNipped

I'm puzzled about why it would occur to someone to give a toy iron for a
present. It's like giving a kid a toy litter box and scoop to play with. I
mean, does anyone find ironing remotely enjoyable? Am I missing something?


--
monique, caretaker of Oscar