K9karen
03-08-2011, 07:28 PM
Ok. I just reread some of my past posts and, geez louise, I sound like a blabbling idiot!
I never like to devulge personal stuff, but I think 'cause I've had migraines 1x a week since Nov., it's made me goofy. An MRi declares I actually have a brain!! Working? Hmmm.. another story, but there's stuff in there, working fine (hmpf!)
Turns out, after a lifetime of a BP of 112/70, it's now pretty high, so I've taken care of that and after a day in the ER last weekend, I'm OK. (whew!)
So, after a regular doc visit today and his wise psychological (sp) therapy (I love him..too bad he doesn't have a brother :() I'm under tons of stress. aren't we all?
So, after discussing my brother, who in my humble opinion has Asbergers, OCD (hoarding) I realize that even though he's got a wonderful, high paying job (with no $ to show it) and is highly functionable, there is nothing I can do unless he admits it. He now sleeps and hoards in the family room since the door to his bedroom no longer opens. He can't/won't admit a problem so I'm taking care of me. My 97 y.o uncle who I care for 2x a week is in better shape than me, Bless his generous, loving heart. I take care of his wife, in a nursing homes, incognizant with a stroke, and they're easier to care for than him.
And now I feel sorry for Sheen. Unless you can admit a problem, nobody can force you to get help. Tsk. Tsk.
John's been in LA looking for workj since Jan. Am super by myself, lots of friends coming out of the woodwork.
Logan's been lickin' her chops for weeks, so off to the vet for a checkie-upper next week. Otherwise she's dandy, but I WANT PICTURES! I'd die without her love and adoration, my sweet, sweet girlfriend.
So that's it. Sorry if I've been goofy. I'm fine, just overwhelmed. Yay for PT and my midnight (xcept today) check ins!
:love::love::love:
I never like to devulge personal stuff, but I think 'cause I've had migraines 1x a week since Nov., it's made me goofy. An MRi declares I actually have a brain!! Working? Hmmm.. another story, but there's stuff in there, working fine (hmpf!)
Turns out, after a lifetime of a BP of 112/70, it's now pretty high, so I've taken care of that and after a day in the ER last weekend, I'm OK. (whew!)
So, after a regular doc visit today and his wise psychological (sp) therapy (I love him..too bad he doesn't have a brother :() I'm under tons of stress. aren't we all?
So, after discussing my brother, who in my humble opinion has Asbergers, OCD (hoarding) I realize that even though he's got a wonderful, high paying job (with no $ to show it) and is highly functionable, there is nothing I can do unless he admits it. He now sleeps and hoards in the family room since the door to his bedroom no longer opens. He can't/won't admit a problem so I'm taking care of me. My 97 y.o uncle who I care for 2x a week is in better shape than me, Bless his generous, loving heart. I take care of his wife, in a nursing homes, incognizant with a stroke, and they're easier to care for than him.
And now I feel sorry for Sheen. Unless you can admit a problem, nobody can force you to get help. Tsk. Tsk.
John's been in LA looking for workj since Jan. Am super by myself, lots of friends coming out of the woodwork.
Logan's been lickin' her chops for weeks, so off to the vet for a checkie-upper next week. Otherwise she's dandy, but I WANT PICTURES! I'd die without her love and adoration, my sweet, sweet girlfriend.
So that's it. Sorry if I've been goofy. I'm fine, just overwhelmed. Yay for PT and my midnight (xcept today) check ins!
:love::love::love: