I've heard from our Recovering FRiend:
Rob,
I treated myself (because I have Mondays off until after Labor Day) and slept in.
Indeed, it's a new day, and the notion of suicide was a silly, impulsive vanity that I have no intention of following: it is the ultimate act of LIBERALISM: me first, screw the loved ones. If nothing else, I'm one more useful vote against Democrats.
Now if I could just read my monitor without wiping my eyes every three minutes.
I can't believe the volume of responses, for one.
It's okay to tell everyone that every drug I'm on has been prescribed by both my primary doc (and you can name them, which is fine) and my neurologist (specifically, Zoloft, Librium [which I may have cut back on too soon, bringing on last night's catharsis], Keppra [anticonvulsant], and BuSpar.
Thus far, what's really hit home was BilltheDrill advising me that I'm only going through a physical change that is manifesting itself affectively/psychologically.
And, uh, the thousand or so prayers people have already sent [my way], and, uh, the forwarded FReepmails [you passed along to me].
God Bless, and my Prayers and thanks to you and all responders, including the hard-asses (yes, I need to be kicked in the rear-end, because I AM lucky, productive, and functional).
It's easier to pray out of thankfulness than to ask for His help (for instance, when I had the original nightsweat/insomnia a couple weeks ago, I thanked God for every half hour of sleep). It's the pride that is, indeed, eating at me, perhaps enabling the "disease" (a paradigm I'm still mentally debating), and, perhaps, if I can start physically feeling a little better, I can get [my big] Ego to finally command God to drop anchor and row the lifeboats to shore.
[You can post this, too - just please redact, just like this morning]
I owe you all. Big Time.
Your Recovering FRiend
Here is my 2 cents....we are all gonna die soon enough, (happy thought) why rush it?
Rob, thanks so much for posting this update! I'm glad our FRiend is doing better.
Received this in an email today. Thought it was a good fit for this thread.
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Stress Management
A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?"
Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.
The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter."
It depends on how long you try to hold it.
"If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.
If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.
If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.
"In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."
He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management.
"If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on. "
"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again.
When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden. "
"So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down.
Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow.
Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can. "
Much appreciate this one.
Thanks.