tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post1092439617655502366..comments2013-10-22T09:55:13.765-05:00Comments on Random Ramblings of a Caffeine-Crazed Mind: I only wish this was not serious. And sorry Mom.The ZBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12869968335919114650noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-76921447272216895312011-04-21T07:11:11.541-05:002011-04-21T07:11:11.541-05:00This made me giggle, and want to give you a *HUG* ...This made me giggle, and want to give you a *HUG* in return. But only an internet *HUG*, since I SURE don't want your sick-cooties right now! ;)TheZBnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-22182431284661871112011-04-21T07:09:50.642-05:002011-04-21T07:09:50.642-05:00Thanks, my sweet. Much love, right back atcha!Thanks, my sweet. Much love, right back atcha!TheZBnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-619781328333337832011-04-19T09:12:46.364-05:002011-04-19T09:12:46.364-05:00It is what it is ... and while I am all too well a...It is what it is ... and while I am all too well aware of the self- and societal stigma(s) attached to medication/appointments aimed at treatment of what is a very real condition, please don't let that stop you. Do what you have to do to make YOU feel and/or function better. Do you think any less of me because I take multiple meds (well, most of the time) to control my blood pressure? Daddy wasn't a medication bottle, but had a required daily regimen to help control his Parkinson's. Quite frankly, my dear, (I do give a damn, but that's not the point I was going for), it's no one's business what (if any) medications you take, unless you choose to share that information. <br /><br />I know it's easier said than done, but I have been where you are ... and the fight with self was far stronger than the "wondering what society thinks about me because I need pills to get through the day, or night, or dinner out, or a walk around the damned block." Thank you for sharing, and know that I stand behind you (which puts me in the perfect position to give you a loving nudge in that bony bootie if necessary). Go to the doctor, take the medication(s). <br /><br />My favorite compliment of all time? "You are the calmest person I've ever met that doesn't take Prozac." I did. And because they didn't know me outside the work setting, they didn't need to know. It still makes me smile to think about it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08824998425628411403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-62963996056577012952011-04-18T13:56:31.717-05:002011-04-18T13:56:31.717-05:00As I am recovering from death atm all I can say is...As I am recovering from death atm all I can say is *HUG* <br /><br />also..i made you anappointment to go to the dr. you need to call and reschedule it for the correct day (since i did not know your schedule). also, if the receptionist pretends to not have your apointment recorded she is just messing with you. it's part of their new treatment plan :D<br /><br />CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-41588807603002070612011-04-18T00:07:49.912-05:002011-04-18T00:07:49.912-05:00You do have your shit together. Like I always say...You do have your shit together. Like I always say, this type of situation is no different than if you broke your arm and needed medical treatment for it. It just has the self- and society-appointed stigma to it. If anything, it speaks to your incredible resilience and coping skills that you are "functioning" as well as you are, believe it or not. (And like we have said before, putting up a front is *exhausting*. You are and have been a champ, but it's time to let the doctor put the cast on.)<br />iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouYour sister Liz :)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-28598325858548321202011-04-17T23:20:18.661-05:002011-04-17T23:20:18.661-05:00Dave, Emily, Liz... I love you guys. This was toug...Dave, Emily, Liz... I love you guys. This was tough, because I hate when those close to me realize I sure ain't got my shit together at all. I appreciate the support, and the threat of ass-kickings! However I must say I most appreciate the threat of an even bigger and louder dog... *facepalm*The ZBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12869968335919114650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-36325280644455660202011-04-17T22:06:48.939-05:002011-04-17T22:06:48.939-05:00I've said it before, but I will say it again.....I've said it before, but I will say it again... YOU are the one who motivated me to go on meds and that has changed everything dramatically. And I guess obviously you do need a different med if you feel like you do, but I did notice a definite change in you when you were on them for awhile (hence the inspiration for me to go). I will absolutely get on you if you haven't gone (and I respect the timetable, for what it's worth).<br />Never forget how much I love and adore you!!!!!Your sister Liz :)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-46908736680883995922011-04-17T21:22:52.683-05:002011-04-17T21:22:52.683-05:00I will seriously bring an even LOUDER dog to whine...I will seriously bring an even LOUDER dog to whine at you, and I will blow your phone UP! You are my friend and I love you, and I respect the courage it took for you to post this. If you need someone to drag your ass to the doctor kicking and screaming, please call me! I would be happy to do it :)<br /><br /><br />(This is Emily, just so you know, and I know a lady that has some great pyrenees mix breed puppies that are large AND loud, heehee)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3446366228040426336.post-37573982486375004312011-04-17T18:01:25.553-05:002011-04-17T18:01:25.553-05:00*smack!* Make an appointment!
(Dave btw. Crystal...*smack!* Make an appointment!<br /><br />(Dave btw. Crystal's Dave)BeepBeephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06585972322110227388noreply@blogger.com