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The things in my head go 'round and 'round

This is my life. You can't have it.

Archive for August, 2009


Sailing with Sertraline

Today I mowed the lawn. 

 

For some, that isn’t a big deal.  For me it has been because on my days off for the past 3 months I have not wanted to do anything but sit on the couch.  And today I mowed the lawn.

 

That is a huge step forward.  I met with my Doctor the other day and he prescribed a zoloft generic for me called Sertraline.  I have only been taking it for a few days but already I am feeling some of the side effects.  Sweating being the first one.  I am a big guy, and so I sweat all of the time, but not like this.  This sweating is copious.  Hopefully it will go away as the meds get through my system.  The second side effect that I am having is a nervousness.  Just a tinge of a wired up feeling shortly after taking my pill. 

 

Now I just have to walk the dog.

Trying to figure out what the heck to say

This has been the summer of my discontent.

 

I haven’t written half of what I have going on in my head because of the private nature.  I also haven’t discussed it with anyone.  Nice, eh?  Keep it all plugged up in my head so that it gathers momentum as all the crap ricochets off of my skull.

 

Yeah.  Good times, good times.

 

Vacation, as good as it always is, was almost derailed due to a scheduling communication with the friends we went with.  After all of the talks, emails, phone calls, somehow the dates were mixed up and we almost had a disaster.  Of which I was the one who was blamed as I am the one who did the booking.  And made all of the phone calls, and sent all of the emails, etc.  I am still pissed off about this.

 

Work has sucked, or maybe it is just my internal distress that has made work seem so hellish.  I have an appointment with my Doctor this week to discuss the possibility of a medical intervention.  Which should be pretty interesting.  Dumping the crap in my head out to a stranger so that I can score some happy pills.

 

That sounds a lot worse that it did when I was thinking of typing it.  And I hate going to talk about what goes on in my head. 

 

So what has been going on with you?

Random things in my head

Ok, I admit it.  I watch “Dog the Bounty Hunter”.  MLW got me hooked on it, and I have noticed one very important thing about this show.    When Dog goes somewhere to help a friend he always does it in a way that makes him look better than the person he helps.  He needs to make himself look better than.

 

That concerns me.

 

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Watching afternoon television, you end up watching a bazillion ads for drugs.  And each one of them has this long recitation of possible side-effects.  Listening to the litany of possible maladies brought on by ingesting a particular drug does not make me want to rush out ot my Dr. and beg him to prescribe said drug to me.  I just can’t see myself saying that I am willing to take the chance that I will end up with expolsive poop.  Not me.  Sorry.

 

via the powerful force that Facebook is, I have befriended Grant Rampy.  Yes, THAT Grant Rampy.  Grant is a syndicated news announcer.  Here in Pennsylvania, we find him most reporting on what is going on in Washington, DC.  And today he made me his friend on Facebook.  That is so cool.

 

I am currently trying to get a local anchor, Al Gnoza, to make me his friend.  More on that later.

 

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L8R

Bitching and Moaning

Growing up, I was always taught that bitching and moaning about something never accomplished anything.  So if all you were going to do was bitch and moan, you just needed to shut up.

 

Period.

 

As I have gotten older, I have actually found the joy, and comfort in bitching and moaning about things.  Things that you know aren’t going to change.  Peoples religious beliefs, same with their political beliefs.  The behaviors of your friends and family.  The behaviors of yourself. 

 

And therein lies the rub.  You know yourself better than anyone else.  You know what you think, and what you feel.  And we still don’t always do what we should for ourselves.  Doesn’t that just suck?

Letting go

There is no doubt about it, kids will change your life. And from the moment they enter this world until the day they move out on their own, you and your kids are engaged in a dance of hold them close, and let them go. It is maddening.

All of us parents know the drill. A child is born and needs. Everything. They need to be fed, cleaned up, kept comfortable. They can’t tell us when they are hungry, tired, hurt, happy, nothing. All they can do is coo, and cry. More of the latter than the former. They have to be carried for the first up to 18 months of their lives. And then they hit the ground running.

Talking and walking/running seems to come hand in hand with kids. And this is when things really start to get weird. Once our kids are ambulatory, they are pulling away from us. Testing their boundaries. And we, as the dutiful parents, let them have their freedom. Up to a point. We allow them to get a few bumps and bruises, and try to keep them safe from the rest. I said try, because our kids are still pulling away as we are trying to keep them close.

That is the weird dance I have been talking about. Pulling away, and pulling back. Running as fast as they can, falling, and wanting us to comfort them, then off they go once again. Until they fall, or get scraped, or some such and need us again. Throwing themselves into our arms, and then wriggling free. But admit it, don’t you just love it when they are wanting to get hugged? The smell of your childs hair is intoxicating.

Kids don’t stay kids forever. They have this nasty tendency to grow up. And growing up means that the boundaries are being re-established almost daily. At least that is the way it is for our last child. The Princess is 14 going on 25. Wanting to be involved with everything and anything that doesn’t involve sitting at home with Mom, and Dad. I am her mobile ATM. We are a blended family. I have 3 children that I brought with me into my marriage, and MLW had just had The Princess the year prior to us meeting. My kids are much older than The Princess. I have gone through the teenage pulling away process with all of them. I am not looking forward to it from the last one. Because as our kids hit their mid-teenage years they pull away sharply. They no longer need us to traipse them around. They can drive themselves. They have friends who can drive them around. Parents are in the way. Only needed when the funds are running low. The house is a lot quieter now.

But this article is about letting go of your kids. If we did our job as Parents correctly, we know that at some point we have to let go. They should be confident enough to go out into the word and make their mark upon it. Because that is what we were supposed to do. We were supposed to raise our kids to be confident in their abilities, and to always know that we will always be there for them. That doesn’t make it any easier. A quick hug, and a kiss will never replace the times when they would burrow into your chest. The times when crawling up on your lap would make everything better. I miss those times with my kids, though with the size of a couple of them it would be very uncomfortable for them to try to do it now.

So. Hug them hard every chance you get. When they are young help them up everytime they fall, but don’t ever let them quit trying. And when the time comes, let them go. Because that is what we are supposed to do. 

 

And that part sucks.

Life with prozac

I have to specify that I am not a Prozac user.  At least not yet.  I do know folks who are on it, and I am thinking that I am in need of joining their ranks. 

 

All of my life I have had mood swings.  Ups, and downs.  The ups weren’t all the crazy, and the downs weren’t all that bad.  I have always thought that that was the way life was.  But I have been having some really bads downs the last few years.  downs where I don’t want to leave the house, where I don’t want to talk or deal with people.  And that is a concern as I work in retail.  The ups are that bad any more, as a matter of fact, the ups are where I feel normal.  I just don’t know how long they will last. 

 

So it is off to call the Dr. to get in and get some meds to try to even my life out.

 

Wish me luck.

Things I should be doing

I should be going to the gym.

I should be clicker training the dog.

I should be writing articles for submission.

I should be weeding the garden.

I should be cleaning off the carport.

I should be mowing the lawn.

I should be getting the parts of my mash tun.

But the neighborhood is quiet.  Almost as quiet as it is on Sunday afternoons.  And I can’t break myself away from the sound of this exquisite silence.