Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I would have to agree with, I look at this degree as a short term goal because in 2 years I will be finished with this degree, which will enable me to apply to go to grad school, which is just an other stepping stone to get into post-grad school, the AAIT degree was a stepping stone to get here for me, but I think it was the most important for me personally because I successfully completed something that required hard work and attention, and my family is very proud of me, I have made my life rough on myself ion the past, I have a history of starting things and not completing them so I have broken the cycle. I am fortunate that my father and mother are still alive. Two and a half years ago I was released from the penitentiary in the state of Texas. I already had all my goals written down, short term, long term, etc. I went to my mother's house and she asked me what I wanted to do with my life, I told her I wanted to get my doctorate before she dies. She said that was a very good goal. I had a lot of time to sit and think about what I wanted, but I set goals for myself and I am accomplishing them. My incarceration is what drives me to continue to enrich my mind with knowledge by going to school. It doesn't matter what drives you as long as you have something.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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Monday, November 19, 2007
Who Said It?
Regarding her fame and fortune she said
...I was just trying to get the hell out of Michigan....
Who is She?
...I was just trying to get the hell out of Michigan....
Who is She?
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Techno E-life V2.3
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2007 when...
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played Solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 4.
4 You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries..
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 50) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12 You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't#9 on this list
AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.
Personal Protests, Gumballs, and Basic Algebra

I am concurrently taking IT330, last weeks assignment was also completely algebraic assignment that required no knowledge or understanding whatsoever of any networking, or IT related concepts. This assignment is similar but more simplistic from a mathematical point of view. I can have absolutely no comprehension of how this relates to Projects Management, planning and development but receive full credit for it if I get the numbers correct. I become more and more frustrated with the lack of real world relevance in these classes, I can't blame you, you just teach, you don't make the curriculum. Also, I would be acting in a highly atypical manner if I did not note my personal protest to the nature of this assignment as it requires us to make assumptions. I have learned personally that in my professional life, my personal life, and my spiritual life that making assumptions though sometimes necessary is best if never used due to the overwhelming odds of catastrophic results. With that said I will cut and paste my calculations.....
* Due Date: Day 5 [Individual] forum
* Compose your response to the following scenario: You are managing a project and you
have an $850,000 budget. For the project, your resources include four developers and
one project manager. You can assume that the average workweek per person is 40
hours and that the developers earn $30 per hour while the project manager will receive
$50 per hour. Without knowing the deliverables, estimate how long you can keep these
resources with the budget you have.
* Post your final response to the Individual forum.
4 developers x 40 hours per week x $30 per hour = $4800 per week
1 Manager x 40 hours per week x $50 per hour = $2000 per week
Total Cost Per week $6800
Total budget $850,000 divided by $6800 = 125 weeks
This Budget with this number of workers at the specified salary and hourly work week without any other known information can be sustained for a period of 125 weeks which in this scenario is 25,000 man hours worked which averages to $34 per man hour in this scenario. Eliminating one developer for the entire project will accumulate to a total savings of $150,000. With the Savings and only 3 developers at the given rate
3 developer x 40 hours per week x $30 per hour = $3600 per week
1 Manager x 40 hours per week x $50 per hour = $2000 per week
Total Cost Per Week = $5600
This project length will last 151.79 (rounded up) weeks
A deduction in the Managers pay of $8.75 per hour would bring his weekly pay down to $1650 per week accounting for a total savings of $43,750 For the length of the project.
Firing the Manager permanently and forcing the developers to fend for themselves for the 125 weeks would result in a cost reduction of $250,000 which is enough to purchase 4111 shares of APOL stock on the Nasdaq Market at a rate of $60.81 with enough left to purchase at least 2 gumballs out of the machine at La Tienda Del Sol.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Keeping the family Updated

This is so strange, I am taking one class that is by the far the most difficult class I have taken yet, ironically the other class is so easy that all of you could pass it, yes you too dad, we're half way through the semester and this week I had to demonstrate the ability to download files from the internet. This class seems to me that it should be a required class for 5th graders prior to going to the sixth grade, I had to write a 1250 word paper explaining in detail how to download files from the internet, i asked the teacher if we could make a little golden book out of it.....this is a verbatim excerpt from that paper.
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Most of these sites still have their files on an ftp server they just have created web interfaces for the average user who could probably not figure out how to utilize ftp without a web or application based GUI. I will henceforth refer to this demographic group as the 'push the connect to AOL button users.'
There are many sites that offer software. If you are looking for a specific piece of software and know the manufacturer that software will probably be available on their website or at least link to a site that does contain it. More commonly used are the sites such as tucows.com, download.com, shareware.com, versiontracker.com. These sites contain software for most major operating systems and are usually categorized but the file names and descriptions of them are searchable, also these sites often offer rating systems based on the feedback of the users who have downloaded and used these application. This is an easy and simple format in which the push the connect button to connect to AOL users can figure out over time and use to gain access to the endless files out there. Personally I find it slow and painful, having to navigate through a half a dozen pages to get to what I want, usually on a server that is overworked in terms of bandwidth. I also dislike having to be subjected to the endless advertising of the masses with these web-based interfaces, but I have no control over what the net has become. I long for the days when ftp was accessed via command line interface and everyone online had thick glasses, no girlfriend, and was never available when star trek was on, but change is the only constant.
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We go from that simplicity to this monstrosity below from my other class, I got full credit for it and you can see the teachers notes on my excellent explanation of declaring methods (they're functions but he takes points off if I call functions functions so we have to call them methods or task, functions aren't functions anymore, just like country ain't country anymore, everyone's locking their doors) with multiple parameters. i was happy to see my grade but found it interesting that I didn't understand a word of what i wrote, the teacher is impressed and I'm clueless, making a very High A in the class.....go figure....theys gonna edumucate me..
Sean, thanks 50/50. I really liked how you explained the scope of where attributes should be defined in a Java class.
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Bobby Estey
University of Phoenix Online Faculty
restey@email.phoenix.edu
Eastern - Pacific
757.846.4352
"Sean DeHoney"
Declaring a method with multiple parameters is done by creating a programmer defined method. Multiple variables should be defined within the field of a class if they are required in more than one method, otherwise they should be declared within the body of the local method. The multiple variables can be used locally within that method to return a single value or result to the main method or another method. Though they have multiple parameters a method is only capable of returning a single result or value, though that result can refer to an object that contains many variables.
Once the Method is left and result is sent, the values of the parameters within the local method are purged from memory and only the result is sent on. It seems to me that this is somewhat like creating an application within and application. I can see many potential uses for development of games using methods with multiple variables. The score of the game could be the result of method with multiple variables coming from multiple source. Values from outside sources could be sent to the local parameters of the method to compute the output which would be the score of the game.
This is another simple example but if I were to create a program to determine how many days a person has been alive based on their input, I could have multiple input fields, which are assigned to the multiple local parameters, and the mathematical calculation would be done locally within the method and it would pass the result to the main method or the method that had called the programmer created method.
Both of these examples. These examples don’t have a lot of value from a business perspective but they could add content and functionality to a website.
Monday, July 09, 2007
The Great Paradox

Raising children, what a great paradox? Perhaps the strangest of all of our human characteristics. Humans keep their young for about 18 years (more or less) no other creature on this planet spends so much time grooming their young to become independent as humans do. Most other creatures out there spend a very short time raising their young. There are bird species that abandon their young when they are born an leave them to fend for themselves. The Ridley Sea Turtles circle the globe through it’s great oceans and seas but the females come back every year to the gulf coast beach at the Aransas National Wildlife Refuge to lay their eggs. They lay their eggs and head back to the sea, leaving their young to make it on their own, once they break out of their shells they are alone and head straight for the water to try and survive in this tough world.
So we work and work and work, we feel the immense responsibility of raising a child and we pour our love and knowledge and wisdom into them, we send them to school and teach them, groom, them, prepare them for life on their own, to live and act independently to be self sufficient. We sacrifice ourselves to shape and form this new human being just as we were so that they can go face the world on their own. Then they finally leave, they go out to blaze their own trail become their own person live their own life and when they leave a part of you goes with them. You have spent years raising that child and teaching them to become independent and not need us anymore and when they do leave you are proud, you are hopeful, you are sad and you are alone. You are alone and a piece of you is gone and will never be the same, suddenly you have only yourself to worry about and you once again have your own life, and some of us aren’t really sure what to do at that point, you spend 20 years raising a couple of children and now they are gone and it’s just you. We prepare them for the ultimate journey, but we break a big piece of our heart out and give it to them when they live. Now that I am alone what ever shall I do with my life?
BTW, if you are ever in New Millford, Illinois I would not recommend staying at the New Mill Motel. And if you must bring your own sheets.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Dashiell Hammet
All of the basic information has been covered in the other posts. Dashiell Hammet is one of my absolute favorite writers, and I have read much biographical information about him. His life is full of contrasted. Writing was means to make money for Dashiell, he didn't have some high calling to it, he needed to pay the bills and he realized people would pay him to write. This is highly ironic because he single handedly created an entire new genre that was unlike anything that had come before. I often think of Edgar Allen Poe's Tell Tale Heart a very primitive precursor to what Hammet created. His genius was apparent in his writings but what he really liked to o was chase women, drink, gamble and party. he made his way into Hollywood and "The Maltese Falcon" was he biggest success as a writer. 3 different movies were made based on the book and the dialog in the book was so brilliant that much off the screenplay quoted the book verbatim. his true political views aren't known and his girlfriend of many years, write Lillian Hellman who is still alive does not share much about him. He want to federal prisons for not releasing the names of people who had donated money to this political action committee. Allegedly the night before he went to court to be taken into custody he told Hellman that he would 'gladly go to prison to preserve the America I know and love" and then rolled over and went to sleep without a concern in the world. He lived considerably long for someone with as many health problems as he had and some of his books were written out of necessity. He once took an $8000 advance from his publishing company to pay gambling debts for a book he had not even started. That book turned out to be the "Thin man" which was also made into a movie. His novels were great but I believe the stories of "The Continental Op" show all the basic building blocks of every crime and mystery novel written today. No one had ever written as he did and his writings inspired generations of other writers. His style and flare is astounding and the dialog seems real. I hate to read bad dialog, hid dialog was not only good because it was highly believable but also because it gave great insight into the personalities of the characters. Alot of different aspects of his characters are inferred or suggested but never really told. There is a very famous Japanese write named Haruki Murakami who claims that Hammett's writing's inspired him, I have read all of Murakami's writings and i can't see it at all in his writing which is bizarre. When reading Murakami's writing you will stop and question his sanity or lack of at many different points in your reading. Bottom line is that he was influential on a scale that very few writers ever achieved and writing was just a means to an end for him.
Oh is me!
I will make this quick and brief, I am always busy with tons of work, but building a business take alot of time and money, amongst other things, it seems like the more money that comes in the more that goes out. At any rate below are links to a bunch of my sites, I receive a percentage for each sale or a small fee for a user who signs up for anything. Take a good hard look at these links, the is literally something from everyeone. My professional web design sites and clients are not in this list but I would be more than happy to show them to you.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Junk mail....
The variety and extent of the junk mail I get in my e-mail is staggering. I enjoy going through it though, I have to be careful not to skip anything important, but some are so obviously junk I just hit delete. Breast Enlargment, Colon Cleaning and Catholic Singles in My area. Even better yet the scam from overseas. I had a supposed captain in the lebanese militaty who wanted to send me $20,500,000 dollars. The english, spelling ad grammar on these scam is so bad it make me feel like I really write well. AT the end of that message it said...
NOTE; I'm not an extreme arab, I'm modest
I've been laughing about that for 2 days. At least this guy didn't try to thank me for all my hardwork for him in the past. My girlfriend who site two machines down most of the time received thesame e-mail. I forward these to my dad when they get excessivly humorous or when the English is particularly bad.
But of course if these messages are being sent out it means only that there are people stupid enough to fall for these scams......and the meek shall inherit the earth.
NOTE; I'm not an extreme arab, I'm modest
I've been laughing about that for 2 days. At least this guy didn't try to thank me for all my hardwork for him in the past. My girlfriend who site two machines down most of the time received thesame e-mail. I forward these to my dad when they get excessivly humorous or when the English is particularly bad.
But of course if these messages are being sent out it means only that there are people stupid enough to fall for these scams......and the meek shall inherit the earth.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006

There are endless amounts of phenomenon in this world that I just don’t understand. If you understand any of these things please enlighten me, I just want to understand.
First, Gay men. Okay, I understand homosexuality, you are physically attracted to a person of the same sex, it’s been around forever and always will be, it’s just one of natures peculiar anomalies. So if A guy is homosexual he should be attracted to other guys. So, does he go out and find him a muscle bound sweaty construction worked with big biceps, no he goes and gets a man that acts, dresses and talks like a woman. This is where I get confused, if you’re attracted to men why in the hell do you pick a man that acts like a woman. If you want someone that acts and looks like a woman get a woman.
Sorry, O’douls, I just don’t understand non-alcoholic beer. I’m not much of a beer drinker to start with, but if I’m gonna drink a beer it’s going to have alcohol in it. Why would anyone want to go to bar, suck down 6 or 8 non-alcoholic beers, maybe flirt with a woman or two, do a little dancing and then call it a night. So you don’t get buzzed, drunk, toasted or even mildly intoxicated but you still have to take a leak every 15 minutes. I just don’t understand it.
I feel pretty much the same way about decaffeinated coffee, tea, or soda. It’s kinda like playing footsy with someone who doesn’t have any fucking legs. A bit like Necrophilia too, there’s just something missing there. Be careful with that decaf coffee, but I suppose it does have it’s uses, to bring you down at the end of the night after drinking all that non-alcoholic beer with your boyfriend who acts like a woman.
What about phone sex? $2.99 a minute to talk to some woman who is faking an orgasm while filing her nails or balancing her checkbook. I can think of half a dozen women that would do it for free anytime, and won’t fake it. I just can’t understand why anyone would pay for sex. If you can’t get yourself laid you have serious problems. If I weighed 600lbs, was hair-lipped-hunchback with a 3rd arm I could still get laid, but there are tons of people far more normal than that who seem to have great difficulty achieving this feat. I just don’t understand paying for sex, if someone wanted to pay me that would be fine I suppose but that probably wouldn’t go over real well with my girlfriend.
Reunion dot com and classmates dot com. This I really don’t get because there is a very good reason why I haven’t talked to these people in 10 years. I really want to catch up with Richard so and so, find out he married a homely looking illegal alien, had three children, moved to Teaneck, New Jersey and works as a bricklayer. Oh my god, the excitement just overwhelms me. I’m experiencing shortness of breathe and an epinephrine surge just thinking about it.
Now Psychics. You seem them on tv and can call their 900 numbers or get ‘readings’ on the internet. How come everyone was somebody famous in their previous lives. You’ll never hear a psychic tell someone that in their previous life their name was Richard, but everyone called you dick, and that you had a job as a bricklayer in Teaneck, New Jersey and that you had a homely looking illegal alien for a wife and a couple of annoying children. On top of that you were always someone good, no one is ever Hitler, Stalin, or Keith Moon. If I only had a penny for everyone who was Cleopatra in another life.
Yet another thing I don’t quite understand, if Hilary gets elected president do we get to call Bill the first lady?
There are a lot of things I don’t understand about women but I want to talk specifically about the Wal-Mart Syndrome. For my girlfriend going to wal-mart is the equivalent of taking an 8 year old to Disneyland. “I’m gonna run out to the store real quick, do you want to come?” NOoooooo! Absolutely 100% Not. If you ask any sane guy if he would rather spend 8 hours at wal mart with his girlfriend or have exploratory rectal surgery he’s going to ask one question, “How many days of work will I miss if I have the surgery?” That is a no brainer, I’ll take the surgery everytime.
Another thing I don’t get is the guy that stands there hitting the glass pipe with a gram of methamphetamine in it telling you that you need to quit smoking because it is bad for your health and that cigarettes are dangerous. Or the guy sitting at the bar drinking a beer telling me I need to quit drinking
When exactly did used cars become pre-owned? If a woman is divorced is she used or pre-owned? And how come they don’t come with warranties? Then there are the devoutly catholic Hispanic females I have talked to that don’t believe in pre-marital sex and want to respect that tradition and practice so they tell there boyfriends they can only have anal sex. They don’t think that counts as sex, so they aren’t actually having premarital sex. It sounds crazy but I guess it’s no different than Clinton thinking cigar penetration and a blow job does NOT constitute sexual relations.
How come I always have to press one to proceed in English?
I don’t understand Job Titles either. Custodial Engineer translates to Janitor. I have a friend who is a Senior Quality Assurance Analyst for a company. It’s funny because she is the only quality assurance analyst, I guess that makes her the senior analyst be default? When I was in prison my friend bull got a vocational training certification, he was a Laundry Maintenance Technician. He pushed a broom around a couple of hours a day a couple of days a week and tried to steal as much as possible from laundry. The broom was just basically a prop. You can just stand around and as long as you have a broom in your hands it looks like you’re working. How about Correctional Officer? Who and what are these people correcting? I can only speak for the state of Texas because it is the only prison system I have personally experienced but there is no correction going on in there at all. In Texas they prefer to hire Hispanic females and I think they pay by the pound.
How about my rheumatologist, she tells me not to worry about my heart at all, everything is fine and then tells me I need an echocardigram and have to go to the hospital to get put on heart monitor. Wait a minute, I thought I didn’t need to worry about it. Are you doing enough worrying for the both of us? Is that it.
I’m not particularly spiritual or religious, I refer to myself as a recovering catholic and I don’t think that I have a soul, a lot of other people do and they do lots of praying for my soul. Religious fanatics are kind of a pain in the ass sometimes but with all the praying they do for MY soul, I figure it saves me the trouble. The Jehovah’s Witness people came to our door the other day and I missed them. I was downstairs and working she didn’t want to bother me, I was really pissed off, I enjoy talking with people that believe incredibly ridiculous stuff. Mainstream religion is bad enough, but these people have to reinterpret the whole thing in their own original delusional way.
I had an on again off again girlfriend for man years many years ago and she tracked me down online after we went separate ways, I had just gotten divorced and she wanted to get together with me but I had to convert to her church and religious beliefs, she was a Jehovah’s Witness. Needless to say I did not get together with her and have not heard from her since, that was 5 years ago.
Therapy, that’s another thing. People spend years in therapy trying to figure out real basic simple things like, you have to deal with life on life’s terms, you can’t change the past, you don’t have control over other people, you have to accept things the way they are, you have to take responsibility for your actions, you have choices in life and what other people think doesn’t matter. All the talk in the world adds up to nothing, action is the right thing to do and the proactive. I understand these things, and I’m not that old, I know people older and younger than I that will never figure these basic things out. I don’t need to go to an AA meeting for someone to tell me I have a drinking problem, I know I do. I don’t need my doctor to tell me I should 1quit smoking, I know I should, all on my own.
Yet another thing I don’t understand is the credibility that people give to other people or in some cases the lack of. If a guy with a Phd in Quantum Mechanics starts explaining to me the different states that an electron can exist in the quantum physical universe I’m inclined to believe him. But the American Public is so gullible and doesn’t take credibility into consideration. The whole “I saw it on TV, it has to be true” mentality to me is just ridiculous. If my mother tells me I’m lazy she’s right because compared to her I am, but my sister telling me I’m lazy is a different thing. It’s all about credibility and your actions are what give you credibility, not your words. Alleviate everything you say and think from your life and look solely at what you do, that is what defines you and gives you credibility or lack of. Just like the guy at the bar drinking telling me to quit drinking.
I am baffled by the fact that the average American does not understand that a theory is a hypothesis without contradictory evidence. They taught me this in the 4th grade and it’s been applicable to my life ever sense. Even when I water it down and put it into simple redneck terms they still don’t get it.
I’m not going to proof read this because I AM Lazy!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I wake up every morning and watch the world falling apart around me. In some places it has already fallen apart, some places are bursting at the seems ready to become a complete disaster that other aspects of life are. The news is so depressing I try to avoid it. I am surrounded by certain optimistic and hopeful viewpoints which are admirable and noble but completely unrealistic. I know that polarized thinking like this is not at times fair but I think it is appropriate in this situation. People don’ write music and poetry, and books about everything being wonderful and happy all the time and there is a good reason for this. There is only one kind of happiness and no one I know has any problem dealing with happiness, they don’t fret over or sit and ponder happiness, they know exactly how to deal with it and don’t have an innate burning desire to understand it’s etiology, they just embrace and go with it, with little or no though. Now miser, Pain, happiness, despair, apathy, they all come in a million different flavors and varieties. Some of these things we a re able to deal with, but it requires effort, concentration, and focus. These are the thing that we tend to ponder. The traumatic horrible things that happen in our lives outnumber the happiness in my opinion and comprise a larger majority of who we are. The pain and the suffering are the things we tend to think about the most. It’s a lot like the news. No one cares if there wasn’t a fatal accident on state highway 31 today. They’d never report it because no one cares. If the opposite were true people would be interested, give us dirty laundry, we all know that crap is king. In order for me to be happy I have to understand my misery and the trauma in my life. Some self created, some imposed on me by forces beyond my control, but I must ponder it, understand it and accept it which requires far more time and energy than accepting and coping with the one happiness. Having said my piece, this is called Sorrow.
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered
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And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
My Middle East Peace Proposal!
I have my own peace proposal for the Middle East; I just hope my house doesn’t get firebombed for my opinions. I am all for Peace in the Middle East, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is insanity. What we have been doing since 1948 when Israel became an official and globally recognized state has not worked, is not working, and will not work. Therefore we must change the way we approach the problem. The Arabs and Muslims are the most peaceful groups on Earth, I don’t care what the average American thinks, compare crime in their countries and ours and you’ll see quickly what I am talking about. We need oil prices to come down and that is an added benefit to my proposal. I have a certain non-blood relative who will go unnamed, we’ll just say he is a lifer in the Marine Corps, and is of the right wing conservative pro-bush persuasion, which basically makes he and I diametrically opposed politically and socially. He once told me that ‘we have to support Israel because they are a Judeo-Christian society. WRONG! Half the world hates us because of our support for Israel. Let’s not just make peace with the Arabs, let’s endear ourselves to them, bring oil prices down, and finally have peace in the Middle East. I am positive that 12-16 moderate yield tactile nuclear weapons well placed through Israel would accomplish all of these things in short order. If you disagree with me, find a Russian Black Marketer and acquire some rocket-propelled grenades and aim for Haifa!
Acute Rheumatic Fever Blues

Let’s make sure I get this right, Rheumatic fever is an inflammatory disease that usually develops approximately 20 days after a streptococcus bacterial infection. It is common world wide, but quite rare in The United States. The illness primarily affects children ages 5-16, 20 days following a streptococcal infection such as strep throat or scarlet fever. Females are much more prone to Acute Rheumatic Fever than Males. Symptoms include but are not limited to fever, joint-pain, joint swelling, Epistaxis, asymptomatic cardiac involvement, erythema marginatum, emotional instability (like I need any more of that and muscle weakness and fatigue. There is no one single blood test that can allow a physician to make a diagnosis of Acute Rheumatic Fever, but blood tests for recurrent strep infections (ASO or antiDNAse B), presence of symptoms and monitoring of levels of antistreptylosin, which is an antibody that is related directly to rheumatic symptoms. When you have an infection your white blood cells and specific antibodies become elevated as your body fights off the infection. A normal ASO level is 0-200; mine has come down and is now 484.7. I have been on anti-biotics for a week and still maintain a fever. Long-term heart valve damage is common with people who are untreated or have the illness for long periods of time. As well as Endocarditis, Heart Failure, Arrhythmias and Pericarditis. I get my echocardiogram on Thursday, which just thrills me with my family history of heart disease. Treatment consist of a long period of treatment with anti-biotics, usually erythromycin, penicillin or sulfadiazine. I’m allergic to the last two so I am on the first. Treatment also includes anti-inflammatories and corticosteroids. All of which I am on and best I can tell I’m not getting any better at all. So maybe you’re wondering how in the hell did a 30-year-old male get a disease that is most commonly found in female’s ages 6-15? Well if you were wondering, you’re not alone; I’ve been pondering that one too. This is a very old illness, it was extremely common and often deadly in the first part of the 20th century in America, particularly during the depression, in which overall living conditions and quality medical treatment was not readily available to the average Joe on the street. One more curveball for you. If you haven’t already read about it or don’t know I have a severe mental illness: schizoaffective mood disorder, the ICD9 Code is 295.7 if you are interested in looking it up. Ok no big deal I have been on psych meds for 20 years and I’m stable. Wrong, those corticosteroids seem to enjoy triggering long term intense manic episodes for me. It’ll keep me awake so long and going so fast and have my thoughts so disorganized that I might actually believe I am a 6-15 year old female.
National Institute of Health
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/003940.htm
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Little Women

LITTLE WOMEN
Louisa M. Alcott
LOUISA MAY ALCOTT was born in 1832 and died in 1888. She was the daughter of A. Bronson Alcott, the “Sage of Concord.” Her early surroundings were of a highly intellectual and literary character, and she naturally took to writing while still very young.
In her sketch “Transcendental Oats” she describes in an amusing way the experience of a year at Fruitlands, where an attempt was made to establish an ideal community.
Miss Alcott was obliged to be a wage-earner to help out the family income, and so taught school, served as a governess and at times worked as a seamstress. Wearying of this, she wrote for the papers stories of a sensational nature, which were remunerative financially, but unsatisfactory to her as a literary pursuit, and she abandoned this style of writing.
In a Washington hospital she served as a nurse for a time, but the work was so hard that she failed in health, and when she recovered she had to find new fields of work; then she traveled as attendant to an invalid, and with her visited Europe.
After several attempts at literature, Miss Alcott wrote “Little Women,” which was an immediate success, reaching a sale of 87,000 copies in three years. She wrote from the heart, and wove into the story incidents from the lives of herself and her three sisters at Concord. She afterward wrote “An Old-Fashioned Girl,” “Little Men,” “Aunt Jo's Scrap Bag,” “The Eight Cousins,” and “Rose in Bloom,” besides other stories and sketches.
In their old-fashioned New England home the little women lived with Mrs. March, their brisk and cheery mother, who always had a “can-I-help-you” look about her, and whom her four girls lovingly called “Marmee.”
Pretty Meg, the oldest, was sixteen, and already showed domestic tastes and talents, though she detested the drudgery of household work; and, a little vain of her white hands, longed at heart to be a fine lady. Jo, fifteen, was tall, thin, and coltish, and gloried in an unconcealed scorn of polite conventions. Beth, thirteen, was a loveable little thing, shy, fond of her dolls and devoted to music, which she tried hopefully to produce from the old, jingling tin pan of a piano. Amy, twelve, considered herself the flower of the family. An adorable blonde, she admitted that the trial of her life was her nose. For, when she was a baby Jo had accidentally dropped her into the coal-hod and permanently flattened that feature, and though poor Amy slept with a patent clothespin pinching it, she couldn't attain the Grecian effect she so much desired.
Father March was an army chaplain in the Civil War, and in his absence Jo declared herself to be the man of the family. To add to their slender income, she went every day to read to Aunt March, a peppery old lady; and Meg, too, earned a small salary as daily nursery governess to a neighbor's children.
Appointment with Death!

To accept life is to accept death. You, me, everyone you know, everyone I know, all of us have an inevitable prescheduled appointment with death that we cannot miss, we can’t be late for it and we can’t decide to not show up, it is going to happen. Today I know that acceptance is the key to all my problems. I realize at age 30 it is a bit ludicrous to be contemplating death, but as you age you come closer and closer to that appointment, my father who is 61 said to me, “once you get to be my age you don’t even worry about it anymore” I am not on my deathbed but as I watch the time go by I am cognizant of the fact that each and every breath I take, every word I write on this blog leaves me one less to my last. I am currently quite ill with Rheumatic Fever, and the extent of the damage done to my heart is not yet known, they are still running tests. Endless tests. I take psychiatric medication which is an absolute necessity, I take anti-convulsants for my form of epilepsy, I will be on anti-biotics for the rest of my life apparently, and of course I am taking anti-inflammatories and cortical steroids for my rheumatic symptoms, it gets harder and harder to make it up and down the stairs each day. I normally don’t pay attention to the news but I have an RSS feed from CNN on my screensaver and I noticed the early death of Syd Barrett, one of my heroes that was two days after seeing that Billy Preston had died. All I want is the same as everyone, Why am I here and for how long?
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Dreams...

I was listening to Traditional Persian Music via Internet Radio, drinking a Coca-Cola, smoking a Pall Mall and thinking about how much pain my lower back was having at that particular moment when I recieved this e-mail from the Professor of my Ethics Class.
Dreams are the fuel that feeds our ambition, a source of strength, and cause for progress. Without dreams, hope dies. All great human achievements in the Universe started with a dream, a spark of imagination which turned into an idea which blossomed into an action plan. The end results are always a new way of life. Not all of us will have colossal ideas that change the course of humanity, but all of us have dreams that can better our own lives. Thosewho have dreams are full of life and a sense of purpose. Let goof dreams and you let go of far more than just a good idea or two, you also lose apart of yourself.
There are a lot of dream sabotagers out there that many use as an excuse to let go of their dreams: fear, lack of time, not enough money, and the list goes on. In a society conditioned
towards instant gratification, it can become easy to lose sight of long term possibilities. With every great dream comes the innovation to work through obstacles if enough effort is put forth. It is important to remember that dreams are a vital part of life. They
push us tobecome who we truly are, and to express ourselves as individuals.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Excerpt From an Old Man's Journal
June 25th 2006
It has been a long time since I have written in my journal, which bothers me but it is becoming more and more difficult to type with my arthritis. I finally had to give up the cane and use one of those walkers that I used to laugh at when I saw other older people using them. We had a small celebration for my 77th birthday last week. Most all of the grandkids came and all of my beloved children came, even after all these years.
I was born in a small village outside of Krakow, Poland in 1929 and though I am an American citizen I will always think of Poland as home. Times were very tough and the standard of living was very low as I was growing up. We were poor but everyone else my family knew was poor as well. We barely made ends meet and had to do everything on our own. We grew our own food and occasionally we had meat, but that was a luxury.
I was ten years old when Hitler’s Panzer divisions came rolling into my homeland to enslave us and start taking the initial steps of his genocide. Americans always seem to remember the 6,000,000 Jews that were exterminated by Hitler but they never mention that 1/3rd of the Polish population was killed between 1939 and 1945. I will always remain bitter about this. Poles area very proud people and we have a very rich history that the Americans don’t seem to care much about. Today in America there are almost 9,00,000 poles (US Census Bureau, Census 2000)
I witnessed horrible atrocities while in Poland. Beatings, hangings, decapitations and other terrible things I won’t go into. I was just a young boy but I remember it all very well, you do not ever forget trauma like that. We were caught between the Russians and the Germans and I’m not sure which of the two were barbaric.
By the end of the war I was 16 years old, with no family remaining, some of them had been hauled off to extermination camps and were never heard from again, I was so confused and lost. I had no real skills other than raw physical labor. I had almost no money. There were very few jobs and wages were extremely low and I did not know what to do. A distant cousin of mine, who left Poland before the war had immigrated to America and he wrote me a letter late in 1945. He talked about things I could not imagine. America was the land of the free and the brave and anyone who was willing to work hard could make enough money to support him and even a family. He worked in the coal mines in West Virginia, he said it was dangerous but the pay was good and the man who owned the company was a decent honest man and assured me I could get a job there if I could find a way to the United States.
I looked around me at the Poland of 1945 and thought of the many wondrous things my cousin described and made a decision that I will never regret. I simply had to get to America. I had already witnessed the tyranny of evil men, I had already felt the heat from the flames of hell, and I was more than ready for a better life.
That better life brought me to America; it was long and difficult journey because I had little money and had to find my way to a major port. I was allowed passage on a ship in exchange for working the entire trip. I washed dishes, cooked, mopped floors and helped out with the maintenance of the ship. I knew nothing of ships but I made it to that great land of America, I will never forget pulling into New York Harbor and seeing Manhattan Island. Everything looked so perfect and peaceful and I could see the prosperity and happiness in the eyes of the people.
In time I did make it down to West Virginia and lived with my Cousin, his wife and two children and went to work in the coal mines. I was young and naïve but I was good with math and knew that I would be able to buy a house and live on my own after only a few months of work, and the company that I worked for even helped me make a down payment and loaned me money to buy a house. I was still young and single I didn’t need a big house, but opportunity was so rampant that I bought a two story house with 3 bedrooms in it. I could not believe it. America truly was the land of opportunity and everything my cousin had told me was true. Sitting in war torn Poland it almost seemed too good to be true, but it was all true. I count my blessings
I eventually married the daughter of another Polish Immigrant who worked with me. That big house came in Handy and we had 4 wonderful children in 6 years. We have 11 grandchildren and one on the way now. I have been an American citizen for 40 years and consider myself American but I still consider myself a Pole. I speak my native language with anyone who speaks it as well. The kids today don’t respect the traditions and customs of the old Poland I knew, they don’t even bother to learn the language. They don’t care for the traditional food of our people and the recipes that have been passed down through dozens of generations in my family mean nothing to them. This hurts me, but I am old enough to know that change is inevitable.
I cannot envision what course my life would have taken if I had remained in Poland. Life in America was very easy and comfortable but there were still ill feelings towards us from some people. Jokes were told behind our backs, and everyone seemed to believe that the Poles were inferior to other groups intellectually.
I had witnessed all of those horrible things before I came to America and they were very troubling to me, I needed to talk about them, get them out and share with others the horrible things that happened. I wanted to talk about losing almost my entire family to the genocide that occurred then, but no one in America wanted to talk about those things, they didn’t want to hear about those things at all. Everyone wanted to just move on and act as if it had not happened. It’s been many years now, and still no one here cares about the ramblings of an old Polish man.
I worked in the same mine for the same man for 42 years and retired very nicely, I would never have had these opportunities had I stayed in Poland. But all the old ways that I cherish, the food, the language, the traditional song and dance that helped us all make it through the hard times mean nothing to the younger generations. I looked through my grandson’s World History text book just last week and there was very little information about Poland or its history. There were a lot of charts and graphs and information about agriculture, infant mortality rates and things like that, but almost nothing was said about the things that I witnessed. Man truly is the some of all his parts and those are the most powerful parts of me, and no one seems to care. Sometimes I want to cry but I am an old man and I have to be strong just as it always has been.
I long for a day when America will recognize what I and millions of other went through. I long for a day when someone reasonably educated want to hear about what it was like for me. I long for a day that I know will never come.
It has been a long time since I have written in my journal, which bothers me but it is becoming more and more difficult to type with my arthritis. I finally had to give up the cane and use one of those walkers that I used to laugh at when I saw other older people using them. We had a small celebration for my 77th birthday last week. Most all of the grandkids came and all of my beloved children came, even after all these years.
I was born in a small village outside of Krakow, Poland in 1929 and though I am an American citizen I will always think of Poland as home. Times were very tough and the standard of living was very low as I was growing up. We were poor but everyone else my family knew was poor as well. We barely made ends meet and had to do everything on our own. We grew our own food and occasionally we had meat, but that was a luxury.
I was ten years old when Hitler’s Panzer divisions came rolling into my homeland to enslave us and start taking the initial steps of his genocide. Americans always seem to remember the 6,000,000 Jews that were exterminated by Hitler but they never mention that 1/3rd of the Polish population was killed between 1939 and 1945. I will always remain bitter about this. Poles area very proud people and we have a very rich history that the Americans don’t seem to care much about. Today in America there are almost 9,00,000 poles (US Census Bureau, Census 2000)
I witnessed horrible atrocities while in Poland. Beatings, hangings, decapitations and other terrible things I won’t go into. I was just a young boy but I remember it all very well, you do not ever forget trauma like that. We were caught between the Russians and the Germans and I’m not sure which of the two were barbaric.
By the end of the war I was 16 years old, with no family remaining, some of them had been hauled off to extermination camps and were never heard from again, I was so confused and lost. I had no real skills other than raw physical labor. I had almost no money. There were very few jobs and wages were extremely low and I did not know what to do. A distant cousin of mine, who left Poland before the war had immigrated to America and he wrote me a letter late in 1945. He talked about things I could not imagine. America was the land of the free and the brave and anyone who was willing to work hard could make enough money to support him and even a family. He worked in the coal mines in West Virginia, he said it was dangerous but the pay was good and the man who owned the company was a decent honest man and assured me I could get a job there if I could find a way to the United States.
I looked around me at the Poland of 1945 and thought of the many wondrous things my cousin described and made a decision that I will never regret. I simply had to get to America. I had already witnessed the tyranny of evil men, I had already felt the heat from the flames of hell, and I was more than ready for a better life.
That better life brought me to America; it was long and difficult journey because I had little money and had to find my way to a major port. I was allowed passage on a ship in exchange for working the entire trip. I washed dishes, cooked, mopped floors and helped out with the maintenance of the ship. I knew nothing of ships but I made it to that great land of America, I will never forget pulling into New York Harbor and seeing Manhattan Island. Everything looked so perfect and peaceful and I could see the prosperity and happiness in the eyes of the people.
In time I did make it down to West Virginia and lived with my Cousin, his wife and two children and went to work in the coal mines. I was young and naïve but I was good with math and knew that I would be able to buy a house and live on my own after only a few months of work, and the company that I worked for even helped me make a down payment and loaned me money to buy a house. I was still young and single I didn’t need a big house, but opportunity was so rampant that I bought a two story house with 3 bedrooms in it. I could not believe it. America truly was the land of opportunity and everything my cousin had told me was true. Sitting in war torn Poland it almost seemed too good to be true, but it was all true. I count my blessings
I eventually married the daughter of another Polish Immigrant who worked with me. That big house came in Handy and we had 4 wonderful children in 6 years. We have 11 grandchildren and one on the way now. I have been an American citizen for 40 years and consider myself American but I still consider myself a Pole. I speak my native language with anyone who speaks it as well. The kids today don’t respect the traditions and customs of the old Poland I knew, they don’t even bother to learn the language. They don’t care for the traditional food of our people and the recipes that have been passed down through dozens of generations in my family mean nothing to them. This hurts me, but I am old enough to know that change is inevitable.
I cannot envision what course my life would have taken if I had remained in Poland. Life in America was very easy and comfortable but there were still ill feelings towards us from some people. Jokes were told behind our backs, and everyone seemed to believe that the Poles were inferior to other groups intellectually.
I had witnessed all of those horrible things before I came to America and they were very troubling to me, I needed to talk about them, get them out and share with others the horrible things that happened. I wanted to talk about losing almost my entire family to the genocide that occurred then, but no one in America wanted to talk about those things, they didn’t want to hear about those things at all. Everyone wanted to just move on and act as if it had not happened. It’s been many years now, and still no one here cares about the ramblings of an old Polish man.
I worked in the same mine for the same man for 42 years and retired very nicely, I would never have had these opportunities had I stayed in Poland. But all the old ways that I cherish, the food, the language, the traditional song and dance that helped us all make it through the hard times mean nothing to the younger generations. I looked through my grandson’s World History text book just last week and there was very little information about Poland or its history. There were a lot of charts and graphs and information about agriculture, infant mortality rates and things like that, but almost nothing was said about the things that I witnessed. Man truly is the some of all his parts and those are the most powerful parts of me, and no one seems to care. Sometimes I want to cry but I am an old man and I have to be strong just as it always has been.
I long for a day when America will recognize what I and millions of other went through. I long for a day when someone reasonably educated want to hear about what it was like for me. I long for a day that I know will never come.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
She had a good looking mama, never was around!
Veteran rocker Petty delivers solid concert
By David Lindquist
david.lindquist@indystar.com
Tom Petty drank in the adoration of a sold-out audience Friday at Verizon Wireless Music Center.
An Indiana crowd on an Indiana night: Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers played for an adoring crowd at Verizon Wireless Music Center on Friday. - Kelly Wilkinson / The Star
TOM PETTY & THE HEARTBREAKERS
Where: Verizon Wireless Music Center.
Bottom line: It's good to be king.
The veteran rock star raised his hands in victory after most songs, a gesture of coronation to match the 30th anniversary tour he and his Heartbreakers band are playing this summer.
The crowd of 24,000 did its part, as voices pounced on the "Indiana girl on an Indiana night" line from "Mary Jane's Last Dance." And daylight-saving time's dusk arrived just in time -- at 9:45 p.m. or so -- for an impressive sea of lighters to illuminate the lawn during "Free Fallin'."
Petty also saluted the audience from his 2005 show at the venue, which featured his fans persevering during a ferocious thunderstorm. "I've been telling that story all year," Petty said during some onstage banter.
In addition to being a love-in, the concert included a sneak peek at Petty's upcoming solo album, "Highway Companion."
Lead single "Saving Grace" glided on a boom-boom rhythm reminiscent of blues great John Lee Hooker. In effective contrast, Petty used a cool, detached vocal delivery when describing a quest for answers in troubled times.
Electric blues re-emerged as a theme when the group tackled the Yardbirds' "I'm a Man" (which owes its existence to Bo Diddley's "Mannish Boy") and Fleetwood Mac's early-era hit "Oh Well."
The hippie/prog elements were stripped away from "Oh Well" to showcase Mike Campbell's raunchy guitar riffs and Petty's equally rough rhyme of "Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to."
A sneering attitude has paid dividends in Petty's own catalog, as heard Friday during renditions of "You Don't Know How It Feels" and "You Got Lucky."
But overall, a gracious and appreciative outlook defined the night. And if pride happened to creep into the program, Petty is well-aware that it's not bragging if you can do it.
By David Lindquist
david.lindquist@indystar.com
Tom Petty drank in the adoration of a sold-out audience Friday at Verizon Wireless Music Center.
An Indiana crowd on an Indiana night: Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers played for an adoring crowd at Verizon Wireless Music Center on Friday. - Kelly Wilkinson / The Star
TOM PETTY & THE HEARTBREAKERS
Where: Verizon Wireless Music Center.
Bottom line: It's good to be king.
The veteran rock star raised his hands in victory after most songs, a gesture of coronation to match the 30th anniversary tour he and his Heartbreakers band are playing this summer.
The crowd of 24,000 did its part, as voices pounced on the "Indiana girl on an Indiana night" line from "Mary Jane's Last Dance." And daylight-saving time's dusk arrived just in time -- at 9:45 p.m. or so -- for an impressive sea of lighters to illuminate the lawn during "Free Fallin'."
Petty also saluted the audience from his 2005 show at the venue, which featured his fans persevering during a ferocious thunderstorm. "I've been telling that story all year," Petty said during some onstage banter.
In addition to being a love-in, the concert included a sneak peek at Petty's upcoming solo album, "Highway Companion."
Lead single "Saving Grace" glided on a boom-boom rhythm reminiscent of blues great John Lee Hooker. In effective contrast, Petty used a cool, detached vocal delivery when describing a quest for answers in troubled times.
Electric blues re-emerged as a theme when the group tackled the Yardbirds' "I'm a Man" (which owes its existence to Bo Diddley's "Mannish Boy") and Fleetwood Mac's early-era hit "Oh Well."
The hippie/prog elements were stripped away from "Oh Well" to showcase Mike Campbell's raunchy guitar riffs and Petty's equally rough rhyme of "Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to."
A sneering attitude has paid dividends in Petty's own catalog, as heard Friday during renditions of "You Don't Know How It Feels" and "You Got Lucky."
But overall, a gracious and appreciative outlook defined the night. And if pride happened to creep into the program, Petty is well-aware that it's not bragging if you can do it.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Roles in Interpersonal Relationships!
Boy meets girl
Boy Loses Girl
Man tries to figure out what the hell went wrong.
Boy Loses Girl
Man tries to figure out what the hell went wrong.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
What is mental illness to me?
A mental illness is neither good nor bad, right nor wrong, it just is. It’s something you either have or you don’t have. Just like high blood pressure, diabetes or benign prostate hyperplasia. People with mental illness are often viewed as downtrodden and uneducated or unintelligent. I am writing a research paper this semester about the rights of the mentally ill and examples of the social and even academic stigmas associated with mental illness are many and varied and not difficult to find. My ACLU membership card is probably expired but it’s in my wallet that’s the important thing.
Anyways, I have this severe mental illness but I don’t feel like I am any worse off or better off than anyone else. You’ve been given the tools to deal with whatever life throws at you and so I have I. I may have more problems or more complex problems but I may have more tools or more complex tools. It all evens out we are all on the same playing field. I don’t want o r need anyone’s sympathy. But it is part of who I am, a big part. When you are talking about your mind being under the control of anything other than your mind, you are either talking about mind altering substances or mental illness. It’s difficult and I take a lot of medication but I function just like you do. I work, I go to school, I am in a functional communicative serious committed relationship, all those normal things, but one conversation with me and I may be described as anything but normal. I was once told by a woman, “Don’t call me anymore and I can’t see you anymore because you are sensory overload for me.” I was a little bothered by this woman leaving me, but hey she was paying me a really big compliment. When my ex-wife said I made a good housebitch she meant in the most endearing way.
I like people who have never seen me off my meds, they always tell me how normal I am and how normal I seem and that I don’t need the meds. Hello! I SEEM (all perception) that way because I am on the meds. So many people just don’t get this. Why is that?
My schedule of course is completely erratic, I don’t go to sleep or get up at the same time two days in a row, I may sleep 1 hour I may sleep 8 or 9, I never know. When I get out of bed in the morning I just don’t know. Years ago I heard that from a woman, “When you get out of bed in the morning I have know idea where you are going to be or what to expect from you.” I was amazed, someone else that understand, “Hell I don’t know either honey, that’s part of the fun.
Whey you are crazy you can get away with all kinds of fun things, indulge in all sorts of deviousness that inevitably are attributed to your mental illness. If you want to believe my kitchen table is really a large clump of industrial grade sulphur then go ahead. I am not going to try and talk you out of it or convince you that you are wrong.
It’s like a psychiatrist with a malingerer, it’s a lot easier to write them a couple of scrips and send them on their way than it is to try to convince them nothing is wrong with them. Hypochondriacs too, these people have said or rehearsed or thought about these things so extensively that THEY believe that these things are true so it would be really hard for a general practitioner to convince that person that nothing is wrong with them. And if I am that doctor I’m thinking, this is a psych issue, not my problem. I’d d the right thing though, pass the buck to some mental health professional and let them try to talk the hypochondriac out of being sick. But how does that work really? They’ll let an illness go, as soon as they find one to replace it.
I was talking with someone about Munchausen’s Syndrome the other day (I’m not sure on the spelling). If you aren’t familiar with it basically a mother causes injury or illness to her child intentionally and knowingly and she gets lots of attention because her baby is sick or hurt or in the hospital. It is a somewhat rare phenomenon. Children learn to talk pretty young, once they can talk you can’t do that anymore, the kid will tell the doctor or the social worked or the random stranger in the ER waiting room what his or her mommy did to him, can’t risk that, means jail time. But there has to be some hard-core sickness at the root of all that, injuring another (your own child) to bring attention to yourself. I suppose these people lack much self-confidence and don’t feel loved and appreciated, and see this as a rational method to get the attention or perceived validation they require. There are other ways.
I was physically abused like many people growing up, but at some point you possess the physical capability to fight back and I did, very young, the abuse stopped abruptly when I fought back. I’m not saying it’s right, but with a child’s mentality I figured if it was okay for them to hurt me it was okay for me to hurt them. I could just stand there and take it, and a lot of kids do. Afraid of losing the validation or approval of a parent they will tolerate horrible atrocities. The stay quiet out of ‘loyalty’ to these people who abuse them.
What a horrible world we live in? What do you think?
Anyways, I have this severe mental illness but I don’t feel like I am any worse off or better off than anyone else. You’ve been given the tools to deal with whatever life throws at you and so I have I. I may have more problems or more complex problems but I may have more tools or more complex tools. It all evens out we are all on the same playing field. I don’t want o r need anyone’s sympathy. But it is part of who I am, a big part. When you are talking about your mind being under the control of anything other than your mind, you are either talking about mind altering substances or mental illness. It’s difficult and I take a lot of medication but I function just like you do. I work, I go to school, I am in a functional communicative serious committed relationship, all those normal things, but one conversation with me and I may be described as anything but normal. I was once told by a woman, “Don’t call me anymore and I can’t see you anymore because you are sensory overload for me.” I was a little bothered by this woman leaving me, but hey she was paying me a really big compliment. When my ex-wife said I made a good housebitch she meant in the most endearing way.
I like people who have never seen me off my meds, they always tell me how normal I am and how normal I seem and that I don’t need the meds. Hello! I SEEM (all perception) that way because I am on the meds. So many people just don’t get this. Why is that?
My schedule of course is completely erratic, I don’t go to sleep or get up at the same time two days in a row, I may sleep 1 hour I may sleep 8 or 9, I never know. When I get out of bed in the morning I just don’t know. Years ago I heard that from a woman, “When you get out of bed in the morning I have know idea where you are going to be or what to expect from you.” I was amazed, someone else that understand, “Hell I don’t know either honey, that’s part of the fun.
Whey you are crazy you can get away with all kinds of fun things, indulge in all sorts of deviousness that inevitably are attributed to your mental illness. If you want to believe my kitchen table is really a large clump of industrial grade sulphur then go ahead. I am not going to try and talk you out of it or convince you that you are wrong.
It’s like a psychiatrist with a malingerer, it’s a lot easier to write them a couple of scrips and send them on their way than it is to try to convince them nothing is wrong with them. Hypochondriacs too, these people have said or rehearsed or thought about these things so extensively that THEY believe that these things are true so it would be really hard for a general practitioner to convince that person that nothing is wrong with them. And if I am that doctor I’m thinking, this is a psych issue, not my problem. I’d d the right thing though, pass the buck to some mental health professional and let them try to talk the hypochondriac out of being sick. But how does that work really? They’ll let an illness go, as soon as they find one to replace it.
I was talking with someone about Munchausen’s Syndrome the other day (I’m not sure on the spelling). If you aren’t familiar with it basically a mother causes injury or illness to her child intentionally and knowingly and she gets lots of attention because her baby is sick or hurt or in the hospital. It is a somewhat rare phenomenon. Children learn to talk pretty young, once they can talk you can’t do that anymore, the kid will tell the doctor or the social worked or the random stranger in the ER waiting room what his or her mommy did to him, can’t risk that, means jail time. But there has to be some hard-core sickness at the root of all that, injuring another (your own child) to bring attention to yourself. I suppose these people lack much self-confidence and don’t feel loved and appreciated, and see this as a rational method to get the attention or perceived validation they require. There are other ways.
I was physically abused like many people growing up, but at some point you possess the physical capability to fight back and I did, very young, the abuse stopped abruptly when I fought back. I’m not saying it’s right, but with a child’s mentality I figured if it was okay for them to hurt me it was okay for me to hurt them. I could just stand there and take it, and a lot of kids do. Afraid of losing the validation or approval of a parent they will tolerate horrible atrocities. The stay quiet out of ‘loyalty’ to these people who abuse them.
What a horrible world we live in? What do you think?
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Can you Say Anti-Psychotic?
yeah, I agree totally there is something disturbing about feeding a 5 or 6 year old mellaril, or risperdal in large doses so they can cope with the trauma they have been put through. I'm 30 years old I have been through a lot of trauma, some of my own making some not, but at 5 or 6 I don't think the mind is really capable of creating it's own trauma, it can merely react to the trauma imposed upon it. the human psyche is a very fragile thing, I know this as an adult but little kids haven't even developed a belief systems, set goals or even contemplated the future. i have seen children's psych wards and it is always very disturbing.
Anyways, yeah I have schizo-affective disorder, they put OCD on that personality disorder axis, I always get them mixed up. i count things but it doesn't really interfere with my life. I count a lot of things, all the time, for many different reasons but I don't see it as a problem. the professionals basically go along with it, "if you aren't having problems because of it and you can deal with it, then we don't need to worry about that." I don't know if those symptoms would get worse without meds or not. My depression, mood fluctuations, seizures and psychotic symptoms would come back pretty quickly off of meds but I don't really have any way to gauge if the meds help the ocd. On top of counting I havee a thing for stove burners, door locks, seatbelts, and order. I have to have everything planned out. i am spontaneous and impulsive at times but I am an obsessively meticulous planner. This past weekend my girlfriend said that her friend so and so and her husband and three kids might come by at some point during the day. Me of course I ask, "Might come? You don't know?" She didn't. "Well, what time are they supposed to come over." She had no idea. So these people that I don't know may or may not be coming over at some unspecified time. Drove me nuts. I say what I mean and mean what I say, I lay all my cards on the table so everything is fair and balanced and how you deal with it or don't is up to you, I have done my part. Being a programmer of sorts instills that methodical nature but it's pretty extreme in my planning and organization. Being in impulsive and spontaneous are of course in direct contradiction to that, I guess it's just another of the many paradoxes of mental illness.
So about me? I'm 30, in a full time committed monogamous relationship with an incredible woman, she is 18 years older than I am which is just about normal for me. My ex-wife would be 446 now. I can't related to people my age and especially people younger than me. My girlfriends 19 year old daughter lives her with us and I definitely cannot relate to her, anything she is interested in, the thoughts processes or behaviour patterns. I think I was born a generation too late.
One of my more memorable moments in a psych hospital was when this guy decided (paranoid schizophrenic, very paranoid) that I was a homosexual because I have pierceings in both ears. He didn't just decided I was a homosexual, he decides that myself and all the other patients were conspiring togteher to have me fuck him. it was funny at first then this guy just got plain annoying, and I was having my own problems. I am sitting in the dayroom talking to some woman and he walks up the nurses stations and asks for a paper clip, well no can do with the paper clip, half these people want to kill themselves. the nurse calmly and nicely asks him why he needs a paperclip and his response was, "So I can shove it up my ass to keep these faggots from fucking me." About an hour and 15 minutes later he put his head through a plat glass window because Jesus wouldfn't let him make friends." he sustained injuries extensive enough to be transferred to a medcial facility and I didn't see him for along time. I was heavily involved with a group that used to be called DMDA (The depressive and manic depressive association) and sure enough one evening he shows up claiming to be bipolar which couldn't have ben more inaccurate. I would like to state for the record that I have never had the desire to shove a paper clip up my ass.
I also like the unmedicated bipolar old lady. they gave her a one on one and put her in the 'seclusion' room. She was refusing her meds which was why she was so psychotic and delusional and she told the nurse she would only take her meds if they got President Johnson on the phone to tell her that this woman was indeed a real certified RN. I'm not sure how that panned out because I left and went to the chow hall. Three days back on her meds and she is perfectly normal. And the rational that psych patients use for stopping compliance with their medications reall cracks me up. "I was doing good and feeling so much better so I didn't think I needed the medication anymore." Somehow the realization that they are doing god, and stable is BECAUSE they are taking their medication. Trying to explain this to them is futile and wasted energy.
I also like the idiots that try to tell me it's all in my head and I don't need medication. My standard response has become, "Ok, well, I'll stop taking all my meds, move in with you and let you take care of me." Now all of a sudden they really think I need the meds? people are so misinformed it's disgusting.
My thesis statement for my research paper this semester is "The structure of existing laws regarding the rights of the mentally ill is unbalanced, inconsistent, and prejudicial" I have had no shortage of sources, I will have any easy time supporting this claim but there are no real academic papers out there with opposing viewpoints. An opposing viewpoint would be that, "Everything is the way it's supposed to be and the system works." No one is saying that and it certainly isn't true. No one would write a paper saying everything's fine. it would be pointless, the newspaper will never publish and article about an accident free day on state highway 31. No one reports good news, if it's good, it's not really news, no one ever pays any attention to things when they work, only when they fail, why is that?
Anyways, yeah I have schizo-affective disorder, they put OCD on that personality disorder axis, I always get them mixed up. i count things but it doesn't really interfere with my life. I count a lot of things, all the time, for many different reasons but I don't see it as a problem. the professionals basically go along with it, "if you aren't having problems because of it and you can deal with it, then we don't need to worry about that." I don't know if those symptoms would get worse without meds or not. My depression, mood fluctuations, seizures and psychotic symptoms would come back pretty quickly off of meds but I don't really have any way to gauge if the meds help the ocd. On top of counting I havee a thing for stove burners, door locks, seatbelts, and order. I have to have everything planned out. i am spontaneous and impulsive at times but I am an obsessively meticulous planner. This past weekend my girlfriend said that her friend so and so and her husband and three kids might come by at some point during the day. Me of course I ask, "Might come? You don't know?" She didn't. "Well, what time are they supposed to come over." She had no idea. So these people that I don't know may or may not be coming over at some unspecified time. Drove me nuts. I say what I mean and mean what I say, I lay all my cards on the table so everything is fair and balanced and how you deal with it or don't is up to you, I have done my part. Being a programmer of sorts instills that methodical nature but it's pretty extreme in my planning and organization. Being in impulsive and spontaneous are of course in direct contradiction to that, I guess it's just another of the many paradoxes of mental illness.
So about me? I'm 30, in a full time committed monogamous relationship with an incredible woman, she is 18 years older than I am which is just about normal for me. My ex-wife would be 446 now. I can't related to people my age and especially people younger than me. My girlfriends 19 year old daughter lives her with us and I definitely cannot relate to her, anything she is interested in, the thoughts processes or behaviour patterns. I think I was born a generation too late.
One of my more memorable moments in a psych hospital was when this guy decided (paranoid schizophrenic, very paranoid) that I was a homosexual because I have pierceings in both ears. He didn't just decided I was a homosexual, he decides that myself and all the other patients were conspiring togteher to have me fuck him. it was funny at first then this guy just got plain annoying, and I was having my own problems. I am sitting in the dayroom talking to some woman and he walks up the nurses stations and asks for a paper clip, well no can do with the paper clip, half these people want to kill themselves. the nurse calmly and nicely asks him why he needs a paperclip and his response was, "So I can shove it up my ass to keep these faggots from fucking me." About an hour and 15 minutes later he put his head through a plat glass window because Jesus wouldfn't let him make friends." he sustained injuries extensive enough to be transferred to a medcial facility and I didn't see him for along time. I was heavily involved with a group that used to be called DMDA (The depressive and manic depressive association) and sure enough one evening he shows up claiming to be bipolar which couldn't have ben more inaccurate. I would like to state for the record that I have never had the desire to shove a paper clip up my ass.
I also like the unmedicated bipolar old lady. they gave her a one on one and put her in the 'seclusion' room. She was refusing her meds which was why she was so psychotic and delusional and she told the nurse she would only take her meds if they got President Johnson on the phone to tell her that this woman was indeed a real certified RN. I'm not sure how that panned out because I left and went to the chow hall. Three days back on her meds and she is perfectly normal. And the rational that psych patients use for stopping compliance with their medications reall cracks me up. "I was doing good and feeling so much better so I didn't think I needed the medication anymore." Somehow the realization that they are doing god, and stable is BECAUSE they are taking their medication. Trying to explain this to them is futile and wasted energy.
I also like the idiots that try to tell me it's all in my head and I don't need medication. My standard response has become, "Ok, well, I'll stop taking all my meds, move in with you and let you take care of me." Now all of a sudden they really think I need the meds? people are so misinformed it's disgusting.
My thesis statement for my research paper this semester is "The structure of existing laws regarding the rights of the mentally ill is unbalanced, inconsistent, and prejudicial" I have had no shortage of sources, I will have any easy time supporting this claim but there are no real academic papers out there with opposing viewpoints. An opposing viewpoint would be that, "Everything is the way it's supposed to be and the system works." No one is saying that and it certainly isn't true. No one would write a paper saying everything's fine. it would be pointless, the newspaper will never publish and article about an accident free day on state highway 31. No one reports good news, if it's good, it's not really news, no one ever pays any attention to things when they work, only when they fail, why is that?
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Apathy and Waking Up!
I am not sure that everyone can relate but this is what it is like for me. I get out of bed in the morning or the afternoon or whenever I happen to wake up and it takes me a couple of hours to convince myself that yes I indeed want to be alive. I am not getting the razors or the .45 out or anything but I wake up just wishing I hadn’t most times. Every now and then I wake up all gung-ho and ready to take on the world. I am a full time student, I run a full time business, I live with a full time girlfriend, there is quite a bit on my plate. This would be quite a bit for anyone but I think it’s a bit more difficult for someone like me with a severe mental illness. I don’t want or need anyone’s sympathy but I wake up wondering why and wishing I hadn’t more days than not. I don’t dwell on the negative horrible feelings in life but those tend to be the things we feel the most strongly and the music I listen to and play and what I read tends to reflect that. It’s not dwelling on the horrible and painful it’s just recognizing that it is there, expressing and hopefully you find someone somewhere along the line that can relate to you, having said that here is some poetry. Song lyrics actually but poetry without the music.
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Saturday, May 13, 2006
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Monday, May 01, 2006
TV, Education and Protest
Now, I am not one to get involved in my community, or go to the movies, or watch the news. I rarely ever listen to the radio. What news I do keep up with I do online and even then it's always a bunch of stuff I don't care about. People say things to me like, "Its really important to be aware of what is going on in the world around you,it makes you a better person." It's so cliche and just makes my appendix hurt hearing stuff like that. I have seen the news and for that very reason I don't CARE what is going on in the world around me. People are killing each other, lying, cheating, stealing, using and abusing. I don't have to watch CNN to know that.
The motivation for this post was a discussion question that had to answer for one of my college classes. We were supposed to watch several network news shows and compare and contrast them, assess them for credibility and bias. Easy enough assignment but I don't watch TV. This is the actual text I wrote for my class below in responses to that discussion question.
would first like to point out my protest to this assignment due to the requirement of watching television. I do not watch television. I own a TV but it's up in storage gathering dust where it will remain for the remainder of my life and probably it's own. Ray Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451 in which books were outlawed and they burned them and had severe penalties for persons possessing books. This would be a very reasonable and rational thing to do with television. Ban them, burn them, and incarcerate anyone who is non-compliant.
I watch so little television that I was not even aware of the extent of the so-called news that was on. Every network had these feature shows that covered one topic or the other but basically it was that one topic for the whole show, it took 20 minutes of navigating the controls to find some plain old world news. I watched CNN for awhile, they covered preparation for a pandemic in America, Bush's new puppet press secretary (briefly), plans to bring tens of thousands of troops home from Iraq (I'll believe it when I see it), and a lengthy piece on the funding or lack of funding for a memorial for Flight 93 that crashed in Pennsylvania in 2001. There was some financial bill or the other that congress passed and they took money out of bush's requested budget for war operations and he promises to veto it (no surprise). We also had an analyst that said nothing Bush could do would lower gas prices, which of course doesn't affect me because not only do I not watch television I do not own or operate motor vehicles. Now I watched what I assume would be a comparative show on FOX, they covered the same stories, though they went on about immigration for awhile CNN barely mentioned it. They had the Mayor of New York City, Michael Bloomberg, making a statement about immigration in this country. Why a city mayor has anything to do with federal immigration laws is beyond me. I would venture a guess that none of these experts on immigration have been in South Texas in recent memory. Now this Snow guy, the new press puppet for Bush apparently was previously employed at FOX so that had a lengthy one on one interview with him. Fox seems to take a very conservative pro-Bush stand on things and this was reflected in the questions they asked and the questions they didn't ask of our esteemed white house press secretary. CNN seemed much more critical of everything, the current administration, the war in Iraq, immigration. I hope all this suffices for the completion of my assignment because I am not watching anymore television. I still think we should burn them all and put some books in the hands of these future leaders of America who are raised on 10 hours of television a day. And where were all these people that want to get tough on immigration when Pat Buchanan ran for president? On a positive note, I did run across Sesame Street on a Spanish channel and I was relieved to find out that Maria was still just Maria on the Spanish version.
The motivation for this post was a discussion question that had to answer for one of my college classes. We were supposed to watch several network news shows and compare and contrast them, assess them for credibility and bias. Easy enough assignment but I don't watch TV. This is the actual text I wrote for my class below in responses to that discussion question.
would first like to point out my protest to this assignment due to the requirement of watching television. I do not watch television. I own a TV but it's up in storage gathering dust where it will remain for the remainder of my life and probably it's own. Ray Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451 in which books were outlawed and they burned them and had severe penalties for persons possessing books. This would be a very reasonable and rational thing to do with television. Ban them, burn them, and incarcerate anyone who is non-compliant.
I watch so little television that I was not even aware of the extent of the so-called news that was on. Every network had these feature shows that covered one topic or the other but basically it was that one topic for the whole show, it took 20 minutes of navigating the controls to find some plain old world news. I watched CNN for awhile, they covered preparation for a pandemic in America, Bush's new puppet press secretary (briefly), plans to bring tens of thousands of troops home from Iraq (I'll believe it when I see it), and a lengthy piece on the funding or lack of funding for a memorial for Flight 93 that crashed in Pennsylvania in 2001. There was some financial bill or the other that congress passed and they took money out of bush's requested budget for war operations and he promises to veto it (no surprise). We also had an analyst that said nothing Bush could do would lower gas prices, which of course doesn't affect me because not only do I not watch television I do not own or operate motor vehicles. Now I watched what I assume would be a comparative show on FOX, they covered the same stories, though they went on about immigration for awhile CNN barely mentioned it. They had the Mayor of New York City, Michael Bloomberg, making a statement about immigration in this country. Why a city mayor has anything to do with federal immigration laws is beyond me. I would venture a guess that none of these experts on immigration have been in South Texas in recent memory. Now this Snow guy, the new press puppet for Bush apparently was previously employed at FOX so that had a lengthy one on one interview with him. Fox seems to take a very conservative pro-Bush stand on things and this was reflected in the questions they asked and the questions they didn't ask of our esteemed white house press secretary. CNN seemed much more critical of everything, the current administration, the war in Iraq, immigration. I hope all this suffices for the completion of my assignment because I am not watching anymore television. I still think we should burn them all and put some books in the hands of these future leaders of America who are raised on 10 hours of television a day. And where were all these people that want to get tough on immigration when Pat Buchanan ran for president? On a positive note, I did run across Sesame Street on a Spanish channel and I was relieved to find out that Maria was still just Maria on the Spanish version.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Education, Web technology and Personality disorders
Have you ever truly had to deal with someone who had a severe personality disorder that was untreated? Well it can be many things, baffling, humorous, stressful, fun, and so on. If you need to know the diagnostic criteria for a borderline personality disorder check out http://www.mentalhealth.com
Now This is not one of those crazy psychotic disorders where people think that aliens are trying to probe them rectally while they are sleeping to extract top secret information they collected form satellite transmissions. This is more about thought processes, the person can't cope with the world around them so they create this really, really self-destructive thought processes to help them cope with the world around them. Great Now they can cope but they are all fucked up in their thought processes and CAN'T deal with all kinds of other normal everyday things that most people have no trouble with. Remember Self-destructive. Me, as far as personality disorders go, I am just moderately obsessive-compulsive. I derive immense amounts of pleasure out of counting things and calculating totally irrelevant and inconsequential numbers relating to whatever it is my head happens to be spitting out at the time. But me, I'm assertive, sometimes aggressive; with of course the ability to be passive-aggressive when necessary, and I can make a decision.
I have been dealing with an untreated severe borderline personality disorder (for starters, I'd venture a guess the shrink will throw in a mood disorder for good measure) in another person for a while now. It is very frustrating. The basic Socratic thinking that I learned in the 6th grade and they teach in every cognitive psychology class is totally foreign to these people. Logic and reason are so foreign that they make little sense even when explained, and if you throw in a metaphor to try and explain something you might as well just shoot yourself right then and there. Now, Me, I am a quite literal person and a BPD takes and deals with nothing in literal terms. I am aware that I often ask to much of other people and expect them to be as literal as I, which is irrational a bit ridiculous, but......when I ask I a very simple question with two possible polar answers and literal or any grey area I get something totally different. Now, I see things in black and white and sometimes have difficulty communicating with people because they exist or see things in the grey area, but THIS is a whole 'nother matter. I ask a simple question and I get a lengthy justification for some irrational behaviour or thought pattern that has absolutely nothing to do with anything that either of us are talking about, though this person will try and convince me that it is related.
Being mentally ill, there are few options available to you, you can not deal with it ever, go nuts and let some state agency take care of you for the rest of your life, you can deal with it (therapy, medication, alternative coping mechanisms) and function as best as possible in society or you cansit around waiting for the mental health faiery to comr and wave his or her magic wand and heal you. I've got my proble3ms but i take my meds and go to therapy and deal with everything as best as possible and try toi integrate myself into society as I am best able. But hanging around other mentally ill people, particularly those who are untreated makes you feel better about yourself. you look at this other person and you say, "damn it could be alot worse." It's really no different than the fat ugly girl standing next to the fatter uglier girl in the bar. Stansding next to her she doesn't look so bad.
I have an uncle that is the same way. If he asks you how you have been and you mention the arthritis in your knees and how it has gotten worse since that last cold front came through he is going to say something like, "well hell, I've had that for 57 years, it's no big deal." So you walk away from there feeling a little better about your arthritic knees even if they don't actually feel any better and you know your Uncle's story was bullshit. It's all about perspective. the power of Positive thinking will set you free.
Now This is not one of those crazy psychotic disorders where people think that aliens are trying to probe them rectally while they are sleeping to extract top secret information they collected form satellite transmissions. This is more about thought processes, the person can't cope with the world around them so they create this really, really self-destructive thought processes to help them cope with the world around them. Great Now they can cope but they are all fucked up in their thought processes and CAN'T deal with all kinds of other normal everyday things that most people have no trouble with. Remember Self-destructive. Me, as far as personality disorders go, I am just moderately obsessive-compulsive. I derive immense amounts of pleasure out of counting things and calculating totally irrelevant and inconsequential numbers relating to whatever it is my head happens to be spitting out at the time. But me, I'm assertive, sometimes aggressive; with of course the ability to be passive-aggressive when necessary, and I can make a decision.
I have been dealing with an untreated severe borderline personality disorder (for starters, I'd venture a guess the shrink will throw in a mood disorder for good measure) in another person for a while now. It is very frustrating. The basic Socratic thinking that I learned in the 6th grade and they teach in every cognitive psychology class is totally foreign to these people. Logic and reason are so foreign that they make little sense even when explained, and if you throw in a metaphor to try and explain something you might as well just shoot yourself right then and there. Now, Me, I am a quite literal person and a BPD takes and deals with nothing in literal terms. I am aware that I often ask to much of other people and expect them to be as literal as I, which is irrational a bit ridiculous, but......when I ask I a very simple question with two possible polar answers and literal or any grey area I get something totally different. Now, I see things in black and white and sometimes have difficulty communicating with people because they exist or see things in the grey area, but THIS is a whole 'nother matter. I ask a simple question and I get a lengthy justification for some irrational behaviour or thought pattern that has absolutely nothing to do with anything that either of us are talking about, though this person will try and convince me that it is related.
Being mentally ill, there are few options available to you, you can not deal with it ever, go nuts and let some state agency take care of you for the rest of your life, you can deal with it (therapy, medication, alternative coping mechanisms) and function as best as possible in society or you cansit around waiting for the mental health faiery to comr and wave his or her magic wand and heal you. I've got my proble3ms but i take my meds and go to therapy and deal with everything as best as possible and try toi integrate myself into society as I am best able. But hanging around other mentally ill people, particularly those who are untreated makes you feel better about yourself. you look at this other person and you say, "damn it could be alot worse." It's really no different than the fat ugly girl standing next to the fatter uglier girl in the bar. Stansding next to her she doesn't look so bad.
I have an uncle that is the same way. If he asks you how you have been and you mention the arthritis in your knees and how it has gotten worse since that last cold front came through he is going to say something like, "well hell, I've had that for 57 years, it's no big deal." So you walk away from there feeling a little better about your arthritic knees even if they don't actually feel any better and you know your Uncle's story was bullshit. It's all about perspective. the power of Positive thinking will set you free.
Monday, March 13, 2006
First Entry!
I am not a master of words or wit and do not have great innate or learned writing abilities but I'm not exactly stupid either. What I AM is crazy. Not impaired, not challenged, not mentally ill, I am absolutely completely crazy and I love it. I would have it no other way, if I woke up tomorrow and I were normal I would probably have to kill myself because I have met some of these people that are supposedly 'normal' and it just makes me sick. It reminds me of a t-shirt I have, it says "I drink to make other people interesting” Same concept basically. These dull, boring 'normal' folks with no dreams and imaginations who do not hear voices in their head and have delusions of many a variety are just so foreign to me, I don't understand these people and I have no desire to ever become one of them. If you're crazy and you know it then your face will surely show it. I am crazy, and I am content and happy to be crazy and I wouldn't have it any other way. A couple of years into my one and only marriage my quite normal wife turned to me and said "honey, you add just the right amount of instability to my life." I was flattered it was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me in years later I have no t forgotten that statement or the impact that it has had upon me.
I'm just getting this started and I am not sure where it is going to go, but I thought it would be a good outlet for me and there might actually be some people out there that might actually find this interesting. I can go on and on and talking about this or that or what not forever and ever without ever ending. Sometimes my audience is bored to tears and on the verge of committing hari-kari like the old Japanese soldier on the plane in the movie Airplane, then off course there was the old lady who set herself on fire. It looks like I picked a bad day to quit sniffing glue.
So I will write as often and as much as possibly here and try to make it interesting enough so that you might be compelled to actually come back here and read what I have to say. Most of what I have to say is just useless and irrelevant but often times interesting. I don't care if you are laughing at me or with me, just as long as you are laughing. I could do something really normal and structured that everyone might expect by telling you all about me and who I am and what I've been through and what my childhood was like and I could tell you my reading on the Meyer Briggs or the MMPI, but that would be no fun. You get to figure it out as you go. I'm nuts. Bottom line and I intend to share my perspective of this backwards upside down inside out world that we live in. When I look around I often think that it's everyone else that is crazy and I am the one who is normal, though my psychiatrist vehemently disagrees with me. This is the same woman that thinks I'm manic all the time and wants to quadruple y dosage of this or that so I sleep 20 hours a day, she is slowly starting to see that my baseline is basically what other people consider manic and manic for me is on a whole nothing plane of existence. At the last appointment she asked if I was manic and I said 'god no, not even close, this isn't manic." She put her hand up on her hip and cocked her head like oprah used to do in the old days and said 'THIS is depressed?" Needless to say she sedated me yet more. I asked her that same day if I was going to live or die and she said probably a little bit of both, how diplomatic. More to share soon!
I'm just getting this started and I am not sure where it is going to go, but I thought it would be a good outlet for me and there might actually be some people out there that might actually find this interesting. I can go on and on and talking about this or that or what not forever and ever without ever ending. Sometimes my audience is bored to tears and on the verge of committing hari-kari like the old Japanese soldier on the plane in the movie Airplane, then off course there was the old lady who set herself on fire. It looks like I picked a bad day to quit sniffing glue.
So I will write as often and as much as possibly here and try to make it interesting enough so that you might be compelled to actually come back here and read what I have to say. Most of what I have to say is just useless and irrelevant but often times interesting. I don't care if you are laughing at me or with me, just as long as you are laughing. I could do something really normal and structured that everyone might expect by telling you all about me and who I am and what I've been through and what my childhood was like and I could tell you my reading on the Meyer Briggs or the MMPI, but that would be no fun. You get to figure it out as you go. I'm nuts. Bottom line and I intend to share my perspective of this backwards upside down inside out world that we live in. When I look around I often think that it's everyone else that is crazy and I am the one who is normal, though my psychiatrist vehemently disagrees with me. This is the same woman that thinks I'm manic all the time and wants to quadruple y dosage of this or that so I sleep 20 hours a day, she is slowly starting to see that my baseline is basically what other people consider manic and manic for me is on a whole nothing plane of existence. At the last appointment she asked if I was manic and I said 'god no, not even close, this isn't manic." She put her hand up on her hip and cocked her head like oprah used to do in the old days and said 'THIS is depressed?" Needless to say she sedated me yet more. I asked her that same day if I was going to live or die and she said probably a little bit of both, how diplomatic. More to share soon!



