Aye, matey. If you read my writings, stay away from me for I have no interest in yer opinions. I have no interest cuz you do not know clinical depression, nor do you know how it is to be so excellent and struck down by a vile disease. You have no idea atall about being disabled, unable to do yer own house keeping and cooking because you cannot ( Read more... )

Given that no one reads my journal, I am free to mention that I am so freaking tired of this asthma and my concomitant inability to work; and interacting with the inherited clinical depression, who would be at all surprised to know that I am going again ( Read more... )

Sick, again, this time so much worse, I actually asked to be taken to the doctor. Brace for the earthquake. There is little quality in life when one is so sick that sleeping is even impossible, and not caring for one's husband, or the dog or the house or anything. High fever, so sleeping hot and cold, and miserable. Once or twice a year, not so ( Read more... )

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Wow, I SO hate this font, and have no idea how to change it. Silly me ( Read more... )

Going to see the Fever trounce the Shock on Friday for Rolland's birthday.

Today, I did not vote since I was 18. WE were the first 18-year-olds to vote (1972 ( Read more... )

I am just about all out of excuses for my wretched existence.

Here is a picture to make everyone smile.


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