Replacing the much lamented 'On My Mind' profile option, this thread is for musings, jottings, whimsies, preoccupations and the rest of the thesaurus for anyone to jot down anything they please.
I can't remember what the maximum character count was before, can anyone else? But anyway it wasn't very many so let's keep to that.
Truth is that here we get just the dose we "want". We come here when we want to look in on one another. We read, we comment, we can then move on with our day and our lives.
Our families, however are STUCK with us. If I am having a bad day (like, I tore off my entire big toenail a few days ago) you can say "So sorry, Alva" but you don't REALLY have to feel you must pick up my luggage. Clean my house. Get me to urgent care. Do the shopping. Dress the foot.
So you don't have to CARRY my luggage. You aren't responsible. You will sleep just fine and tomorrow you will say "How's the toe Alva". If you are a believer maybe you utter a prayer for me. Suggest a soak. You might think of me once or twice or even three times. Whereas my partner is going to say "I don't know HOW you could DO such a thing to yourself!!!"
It isn't the same for our family. THEY ARE THERE and there every second. OUR mood has a profound effect on their own. They may feel helpless, uncertain, inadequate, confused, frustrated.
So for me, this is normal.
I don't really "do" close friends.
Do I miss out on a lot? Yeah. But my friendships remain a bit like Forum. They are a bit of contact here or there. Not too close. Enough for me. I am a caregiver type. Likely why I chose to be a nurse. And I can easily wear myself out with the problems of others.
It is all I can do with my reclusive nature to keep close in with my partner, my daughter.
I love casual relationships. I love FB and have 70 friends there I feel I somewhat KNOW. But there is a big difference between CLOSE and casual.
What a fascinating subject, but the way.
I find it sad that, for many of us, the only people who really understand, empathize and care about what we’re going through, are the people on this forum.
Is your niece and baby okay? Boy or girl?
He has that double fur coat. I feel so bad for him. We bring water along on his walks and have a big bowl of water inside for him. He’s sprawled out on the tile kitchen floor trying to cool off.
I know he’s going to be so excited to get back to Colorado. My daughter is planning to move back to Denver in less than a year. He loves the snow and the cold weather.
My oldest daughter has Crohn’s disease. It’s awful!
I hope that everything will go as smoothly as possible for your nephew’s wife.
Worst. Party. Ever.
It’s funny, her friend has a golden lab who was friends with my daughter’s dog. When the dog sees her he expects to see his buddy too.
It’s amazing how strong bonds become with animals. I still miss my greyhound. He was a fantastic dog. I’m grateful that he lived to be 13 years old. My little schnauzer lived to be 13 too. She was cute but she was a handful!
Yes, occasionally I have been told that I sleepwalk. I don’t think it is as much now as when I was younger.
I think the talking in my sleep is due to my dreams.
Cat,
The sleep paralysis is truly strange!
Need~ Omg sleep paralysis is a creepy feeling! Mine is under control w/medication thank God. Hope everyone is doing ok
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As an offside - I slept walk as a child, down a flight of stairs and shut off a tv.
I find that I need to be fully awake after sleeping, before I speak to anyone.
If someone talks to me and I am not completely awake, I won’t remember a thing. Especially, if I fall back asleep before getting up.
My husband tells me about conversations that he had with me when I wasn’t fully awake that I have absolutely no recollection of.
He now writes notes and places them on the kitchen counter if it is something important.
I think the scariest thing that I can remember about sleep is that many years ago I experienced sleep paralysis. That’s extremely weird!
Occasionally, I walk in my sleep. Only once that I can recall. I woke myself up and that is very confusing. I didn’t understand what was happening. The tip of my finger touched the blade of a fan and the thump woke me up. I was a young girl. My mom put extra locks on the doors so I wouldn’t walk outside. LOL 😆
Years ago, we lived in a townhouse, the bedroom was upstairs and I was continually sleep walking. My husband was terrified that I would tumble down the stairs. Of course, I never remember any of it happening because I am sleeping.
Of special interest is that the ketamine treatment is so very dangerous, done only in Mexico, can in fact be deadly, and that the girl has recovered to the place she is today WITHOUT IT.
I honestly don't know what to say about all this. I worked with people from Poland and from Russia. They are very adamant and forthcoming in their manner of speech and westerners unfamiliar with them can easily become offended with their "style" at times. I also think the Mom despite her training wasn't cognizant of just what can happen here. Thought she was in a more "free" country than she was.
A tragedy. And as the newspaper woman said, these cases are often not black and white.
Certain the doctor that said the child should be taken from the mom, and the nurse who watched over her came across as EXCEPTIONALLY unpleasant women.
It is disturbing that this seems now still to be so obsessively eating up the lives of these sweet kids.
VERY INTERESTING Catskie, I agree.
Its a documentary on Netflix. Quite interesting
I’ll look for it.
What a thoughtful and smart florist! I love when businesses serve their customers well.
Oh, I misunderstood what you meant.
Well, I learned about vases that are difficult to tip over. It was interesting. The article that I read showed how museums display their valuables so they are stable.