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<blockquote data-quote="dreamer" data-source="post: 136288" data-attributes="member: 1697"><p>LOL terry- wow, I sure make a mess of communication when I am so all over the place..don't I? Um, the doctor, it was not he who got on me about smoking (well, um, he DID but- yes, he is my doctor and thats his job etc and I handle that OK enough....Originally tis doctor told me he would quit being my doctor if I smoked---but-we came to an agreement of sorts- I dropped from 4 packs a day down to 1 pack a day, and he - well, he settles for that- for now....It was a lady in waiting room...who came from across the room to intrude on a sensitive conversation I was haveing with another man in waiting room....and then SHE began to get on my case....well , in my opinion at the moment, the urgent topic of discussion was this mad and his grandson...not MY smoking and if the lady did not want to smell my smoke- she shoulda taken herself right back where she came from, especially cuz she was not contributing anythng to the conversation, anyway- so she made me mad. LOL.</p><p>I do like my doctor, most of the time, and yeah, will keep him..partly cuz I do like him, partly cuz he is the ONLY rheumy for many miles around, and partly cuz he DOES accept Medicare-but mostly cuz usually I DO like him. My bipolar was diagnosis'ed way way WAY back about a million years ago----and I originally resisted the pred exactly becuz of the bipolar....These days I am not always sure if he is now pulling my leg, playing (I tend to play with the docs) or if he is serious--he would much rather NOT have my bipolar complicating things....but truth is we were able to go low enough on prednisone that it is no longer a serious problem. Thank goodness. </p><p> Oh I LOVE Stephan KIng (I saw that movie- yup SCARY!)..and I know truckers- lots of them...but this truck scared me so bad, and it WAS like he was possessed or something and then to go and almost get me in an accident- seemingly on purpose...yeesh. It made the long drive harrowing. High speed limits, heavy traffic, not something I have to be in most days- and it gets to me, prickles me- sets me into anxiety mode. I LOVE to drive...but.LOL, I prefer the wide open country roads closer to home. LOL. SOmetimes I put on music, and sing loud along with it, sometimes I just let my mind go 240- while I try to sort some of it out while I drive.....sometimes I simply enjoy the scenery....on rare occasions, I go to library and get a book on tape and pop it in. </p><p></p><p>The glasses? YIKES....LOL- I had old glasses, REAL old ones....plastic, oversized? But my eyes got worse and I needed bifocals- which I HATE, I just cannot adjust to them.....plus they are smaller frames and wire frames, and they tangle in my hair REALLY bad......</p><p>so I switch around between all my old and new glasses.....but my fav old pair broke a couple months ago. and my insurance does not cover glasses.....</p><p>Well, yesterday I used my next oldest next fav pair..becuz I was gonna be driving....Yeesh, I could not believe I got home, walked in the door and- whoa! They simply fell right off my darned face! Actually the arm broke at the temple------so I am gonna try to improvise. But goodness, it WAS so unexpected, so bizarre, so silly-goofy. I was not touchning them or anything and PLOP! Yeah it upset me, but also sent me into giggling. </p><p></p><p>Whoa, the hypomania REALLY was a problem when I was NOT able to be up and walking- YIKES! I was stuck with those thoughts all there in my head, and I could not always type to get them out where I could see them and sort them.....and I am used to being VERY busy, up and about and overscheduled----and there I was stuck with this very busy brain, and unable to do a single darned thing, and there wasn't anyone here for me to even TALK at. </p><p>It gave me a much greater appreciation for aphasic persons and for stroke patients and ones with Lou Gehrigs etc.....even for my beloved Alzhiemers patietns I worked for before I got so ill. </p><p></p><p>It really is hard to have so many things crowding in your head and not haveinng a clue which is important.....Ah but.......the idea of NOT haveig so many thoughts raceing around like bumper cars now is a scary idea to me. If I did not have too many thoughts, maybe I would not have ENOUGH thoughts to function? If all those thoughts were not there, maybe some of the really important ones might be the ones missing?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="dreamer, post: 136288, member: 1697"] LOL terry- wow, I sure make a mess of communication when I am so all over the place..don't I? Um, the doctor, it was not he who got on me about smoking (well, um, he DID but- yes, he is my doctor and thats his job etc and I handle that OK enough....Originally tis doctor told me he would quit being my doctor if I smoked---but-we came to an agreement of sorts- I dropped from 4 packs a day down to 1 pack a day, and he - well, he settles for that- for now....It was a lady in waiting room...who came from across the room to intrude on a sensitive conversation I was haveing with another man in waiting room....and then SHE began to get on my case....well , in my opinion at the moment, the urgent topic of discussion was this mad and his grandson...not MY smoking and if the lady did not want to smell my smoke- she shoulda taken herself right back where she came from, especially cuz she was not contributing anythng to the conversation, anyway- so she made me mad. LOL. I do like my doctor, most of the time, and yeah, will keep him..partly cuz I do like him, partly cuz he is the ONLY rheumy for many miles around, and partly cuz he DOES accept Medicare-but mostly cuz usually I DO like him. My bipolar was diagnosis'ed way way WAY back about a million years ago----and I originally resisted the pred exactly becuz of the bipolar....These days I am not always sure if he is now pulling my leg, playing (I tend to play with the docs) or if he is serious--he would much rather NOT have my bipolar complicating things....but truth is we were able to go low enough on prednisone that it is no longer a serious problem. Thank goodness. Oh I LOVE Stephan KIng (I saw that movie- yup SCARY!)..and I know truckers- lots of them...but this truck scared me so bad, and it WAS like he was possessed or something and then to go and almost get me in an accident- seemingly on purpose...yeesh. It made the long drive harrowing. High speed limits, heavy traffic, not something I have to be in most days- and it gets to me, prickles me- sets me into anxiety mode. I LOVE to drive...but.LOL, I prefer the wide open country roads closer to home. LOL. SOmetimes I put on music, and sing loud along with it, sometimes I just let my mind go 240- while I try to sort some of it out while I drive.....sometimes I simply enjoy the scenery....on rare occasions, I go to library and get a book on tape and pop it in. The glasses? YIKES....LOL- I had old glasses, REAL old ones....plastic, oversized? But my eyes got worse and I needed bifocals- which I HATE, I just cannot adjust to them.....plus they are smaller frames and wire frames, and they tangle in my hair REALLY bad...... so I switch around between all my old and new glasses.....but my fav old pair broke a couple months ago. and my insurance does not cover glasses..... Well, yesterday I used my next oldest next fav pair..becuz I was gonna be driving....Yeesh, I could not believe I got home, walked in the door and- whoa! They simply fell right off my darned face! Actually the arm broke at the temple------so I am gonna try to improvise. But goodness, it WAS so unexpected, so bizarre, so silly-goofy. I was not touchning them or anything and PLOP! Yeah it upset me, but also sent me into giggling. Whoa, the hypomania REALLY was a problem when I was NOT able to be up and walking- YIKES! I was stuck with those thoughts all there in my head, and I could not always type to get them out where I could see them and sort them.....and I am used to being VERY busy, up and about and overscheduled----and there I was stuck with this very busy brain, and unable to do a single darned thing, and there wasn't anyone here for me to even TALK at. It gave me a much greater appreciation for aphasic persons and for stroke patients and ones with Lou Gehrigs etc.....even for my beloved Alzhiemers patietns I worked for before I got so ill. It really is hard to have so many things crowding in your head and not haveinng a clue which is important.....Ah but.......the idea of NOT haveig so many thoughts raceing around like bumper cars now is a scary idea to me. If I did not have too many thoughts, maybe I would not have ENOUGH thoughts to function? If all those thoughts were not there, maybe some of the really important ones might be the ones missing? [/QUOTE]
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