Sure, I'll start:I think I lost my mind a long time ago, but I just may take you up on that. Thanks again.No problem. And if you ever need to check with someone as to whether you're losing your mind, PM me. Sadly, it usually takes me awhile to get back to anyone because of the way my work day goes, but I'll get back to you ASAP and give you a story of me being much, much crazier with my anxiety.I hear it makes people feel better.Thanks GB.Been there, man. Especially with what you and your family are going through right now, glad you talked to someone.It's like you're right here with me. Yes, it did suck. Poor dog had to endure a horrible car trip because I was hoarding her pills.
That's what I call my Johnson. "Skirt Steak"Chimichurri and skirt steak this weekend.![]()
House sold to the lowest bidder. Lighter on the pocketbook but warmer for the soul. Negotiated a huge new TV and other "favors" from Angrywife for agreeing to the deal.
Was thinking lady parts, but that's another red meat metaphorThat's what I call my Johnson. "Skirt Steak"Chimichurri and skirt steak this weekend.![]()
Ugh. Reminds me of one of the worst days of my life. I was flying home from a wedding and my puppy was at a kennel. He was my little buddy and I missed him like crazy even though it had just been 2 days. It was during the London Olympics and I was all excited to pick him up after I arrived in Atlanta, stop for a quick sandwich at Jersey Mike's and watch the Olympics with Pork Chop passed out next to me on the bed. I knew he'd be exhausted from being at a strange place and would just lay there snoring and I was looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again too. My wife was traveling on business. So as soon as I land, I've got 5 voicemails from the kennel and some ER vet. Long story short, it's still a mystery what exactly happened but Pork Chop died that day. Just devastated me for months and still makes me sad to think about.That's what jumped into my head when I read your post...but it seems like on the subject of anxiety issues we're a bit different. For me it's 100% a social anxiety and only in a work setting and only when I know I'll be expected to present for long periods uninterrupted. If I'm on a call with colleagues in a collaborative setting, I'm open and engaging. If it's a call with VP's where I have to sit there reading out status on my projects and it's just my voice on the call for a long time with no feedback, I'm a complete mess. I overcompensate by saying too much, and I feel my throat tighten, my heart races, and I hyperventilate. But give me .5 of that sweet, bitter alprozalam under my tongue 30 minutes before the call (chemical makeup identical whether it's prescribed for human or canine), oh man. I don't need to tell you how that saves the day. Again, just knowing I have it when I need it...god this is a good day.Sure, I'll start:I think I lost my mind a long time ago, but I just may take you up on that. Thanks again.No problem. And if you ever need to check with someone as to whether you're losing your mind, PM me. Sadly, it usually takes me awhile to get back to anyone because of the way my work day goes, but I'll get back to you ASAP and give you a story of me being much, much crazier with my anxiety.I hear it makes people feel better.Thanks GB.Been there, man. Especially with what you and your family are going through right now, glad you talked to someone.It's like you're right here with me. Yes, it did suck. Poor dog had to endure a horrible car trip because I was hoarding her pills.
One time I was in the midst of an anxiety attack and my dog was getting spayed. The procedure took place after normal business hours and I couldn't remember if I was supposed to call them or they were supposed to call me when it was over, nor remember what time that was supposed to be. So I called the vet at least twice every five minutes for two and a half hours. I was on the verge of tears, convinced my dog had died on the table and the vet wanted to give me one more night of sleep before telling me when I came in to pick her up the next day. At which point I got a phone call from the vet's cell, and she informed me that the dog was fine and that the phone for the office was off because they were closed so no one knew I'd been calling.
Honestly I feel lucky that this my "major" issue in life. Go read the suicide thread or the depression thread. I don't think major depression or bipolar disorder is anywhere close to being solved. Therapy and meds are helpful in many cases, but often it's just throwing darts until you find something that works. And then whatever drug you're using just doesn't work anymore and you're back to square one. Those are the people I feel for. People who haven't necessarily had any major trauma in their lives, but they cycle between manic highs and darkest imaginable lows, and they're told, well, you've got a chemical imbalance in your brain. Try this pill. Then you do some research online and you read that the human brain is still largely a mystery to modern science. That makes me sad when I think about it...the sun rises and it's a beautiful day, and most of us can experience happiness just because of that, and go enjoy life. And others have this thing that poisons their emotions and they just hate their very existence. Think about how short life is...it's so unfair for those folks.I'm sort of a ####-up but reading this stuff makes me thankful I've never had to deal with anxiety. No disrespect intended. I feel for you guys.
I took xanax, then other benzodiazepines. The medication was a good stopgap while I figured out what my issues were. A lot of soul searching and really changing the way I dealt with things. The biggest thing for me was probably getting into Eastern philosophy and trying to think of things with a long term view - not even my life, but the whole grand scheme of things. Dealt with the anger and fear I had. Got a big life insurance policy so I didn't have to worry about my loved ones if anything happened to me. Just figured out what I was really anxious about - not the everyday stuff, but the big things - and fix them.Ugh. Reminds me of one of the worst days of my life. I was flying home from a wedding and my puppy was at a kennel. He was my little buddy and I missed him like crazy even though it had just been 2 days. It was during the London Olympics and I was all excited to pick him up after I arrived in Atlanta, stop for a quick sandwich at Jersey Mike's and watch the Olympics with Pork Chop passed out next to me on the bed. I knew he'd be exhausted from being at a strange place and would just lay there snoring and I was looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again too. My wife was traveling on business. So as soon as I land, I've got 5 voicemails from the kennel and some ER vet. Long story short, it's still a mystery what exactly happened but Pork Chop died that day. Just devastated me for months and still makes me sad to think about.That's what jumped into my head when I read your post...but it seems like on the subject of anxiety issues we're a bit different. For me it's 100% a social anxiety and only in a work setting and only when I know I'll be expected to present for long periods uninterrupted. If I'm on a call with colleagues in a collaborative setting, I'm open and engaging. If it's a call with VP's where I have to sit there reading out status on my projects and it's just my voice on the call for a long time with no feedback, I'm a complete mess. I overcompensate by saying too much, and I feel my throat tighten, my heart races, and I hyperventilate. But give me .5 of that sweet, bitter alprozalam under my tongue 30 minutes before the call (chemical makeup identical whether it's prescribed for human or canine), oh man. I don't need to tell you how that saves the day. Again, just knowing I have it when I need it...god this is a good day.Sure, I'll start:One time I was in the midst of an anxiety attack and my dog was getting spayed. The procedure took place after normal business hours and I couldn't remember if I was supposed to call them or they were supposed to call me when it was over, nor remember what time that was supposed to be. So I called the vet at least twice every five minutes for two and a half hours. I was on the verge of tears, convinced my dog had died on the table and the vet wanted to give me one more night of sleep before telling me when I came in to pick her up the next day. At which point I got a phone call from the vet's cell, and she informed me that the dog was fine and that the phone for the office was off because they were closed so no one knew I'd been calling.I think I lost my mind a long time ago, but I just may take you up on that. Thanks again.No problem. And if you ever need to check with someone as to whether you're losing your mind, PM me. Sadly, it usually takes me awhile to get back to anyone because of the way my work day goes, but I'll get back to you ASAP and give you a story of me being much, much crazier with my anxiety.I hear it makes people feel better.Thanks GB.Been there, man. Especially with what you and your family are going through right now, glad you talked to someone.It's like you're right here with me. Yes, it did suck. Poor dog had to endure a horrible car trip because I was hoarding her pills.
What you described seems more generalized and probably a lot tougher to deal with. I'd be curious to know what course of treatments/meds have helped if you care to share further. And know that I'm here for support too.
Part my walk with the boys in the morning is up to around their school. There isn't a reason for this other than with all of the construction with the new highway, there isn't a lot of places to walk where I feel safe having them that close to the street. At the end of last year we got gift cards for all of their teachers and principal. Pretty standard for most if not all of you I'm guessing. It occurred to me when we were down at the lake that I forgot some really important people, the custodians. So I e-mailed the principal and told him I would like to buy them lunch, whatever they liked. Thankfully they made it easy on me and settled with Pizza Hut. I made sure there was enough where they would each have plenty to bring home as well. I'm not posting this as LOOK AT ME!!! as much as a PSA that you might want to remember the ones behind the scene that you never see at parent teacher conferences but are important. As somebody that worked in a dirty warehouse for many years, I remember well what it felt like to feel like a forgotten one.
Today when we were up there, a couple of the custodians were driving to the store I guess and spotted us. They pulled the car over and said hello to the boys, each by name, and my boys knew their name too. Then they both sincerely thanked me for lunch.
One of the best things to happen to me in awhile. I'm probably going to be really drunk the next 3-4 days so Beerhole® is coming JIT.
WordHonestly I feel lucky that this my "major" issue in life. Go read the suicide thread or the depression thread. I don't think major depression or bipolar disorder is anywhere close to being solved. Therapy and meds are helpful in many cases, but often it's just throwing darts until you find something that works. And then whatever drug you're using just doesn't work anymore and you're back to square one. Those are the people I feel for. People who haven't necessarily had any major trauma in their lives, but they cycle between manic highs and darkest imaginable lows, and they're told, well, you've got a chemical imbalance in your brain. Try this pill. Then you do some research online and you read that the human brain is still largely a mystery to modern science.That makes me sad when I think about it...the sun rises and it's a beautiful day, and most of us can experience happiness just because of that, and go enjoy life. And others have this thing that poisons their emotions and they just hate their very existence. Think about how short life is...it's so unfair for those folks.I'm sort of a ####-up but reading this stuff makes me thankful I've never had to deal with anxiety. No disrespect intended. I feel for you guys.
Haedon - apply directly to the forehaedJFC...someone I know just posted one of those "missing kid" alerts on FB.
A brother and sister are missing from a nearby community. Obviously I hope that they are OK but...
Their names are Haedon and Rheagan.
Apply where?Haedon - apply directly to the forehaedJFC...someone I know just posted one of those "missing kid" alerts on FB.
A brother and sister are missing from a nearby community. Obviously I hope that they are OK but...
Their names are Haedon and Rheagan.
Oh and for some reason the stupid broad (played by Phoebe Cates) decides to tell a story about her stupid old man breaking his neck, dying instantly, and getting stuck in the chimney Christmas Eve. "That's how I found out Santa wasn't real". HEY!!!! Double freaking bubble bitches!! My kids got a real kick out of that story!!Haedon - apply directly to the forehaedJFC...someone I know just posted one of those "missing kid" alerts on FB.
A brother and sister are missing from a nearby community. Obviously I hope that they are OK but...
Their names are Haedon and Rheagan.

I could have told you this. Next time just text me.On a completely different subject, Sunday is movie night at my house and last Sunday we watched Gremlins. What a HORRIBLE movie this is.
<_<I had a bunch of clean copies of office pro ($350) about six weeks ago. Could have given you one for $60 or so. Too bad, so sad.If one were hypothetically looking to acquire ms office, but had no idea how to use torrents, what would be the best alternative?
All of those things sound amazing. Let me know about the dress code, I can probably borrow a jacket.Mom/stepfather surprise anniversary dinner menu has been (almost) finalized! There is chimichurri involved.![]()
Eggs of the Devil
Crème Fraiche, Dungeness Crab, Old Bay
House-Smoked Salmon
Assorted Pickles, Zucchini Bread, [sauce]
Chilled Roasted Sweet-Corn Soup
Prosciutto Croutons, Roasted Red-Pepper Oil
Terrine of Heirloom Tomato and Buffalo Mozzarella
Basil Oil, Balsamic Glaze
Cold Smoked Prawns
Manchego Grits, Smoked Tomato Gravy
Coffee-Brined Confit du Moulard
Potato-Dill Gnocchi, Mirepoix and Roast Duck Veloute
Grass-Fed Ribeye Churrasco
Grilled Green-Onion Chimichurri, Duck-Fat Roasted
Potatoes, Sweet Plantains
Whole Roasted Some ####### Kind of Fish
Carmelized Fennel, Bitter Orange Agrodolce
Grandma’s Desserts
Damn-Good Blackberry Cobbler
Kind of Crappy Strawberry Cake
I had some good self-therapy earlier today. I was reading a few days ago in one of the depression threads about cognitive behavioral therapy...basically identify your thoughts that instantly trigger a negative emotion, and then consciously intervene and rewrite that script (paraphrasing for how I understood it).Today my boss IM's me and wants to talk. Immediately my heart races and I'm terrified..I'm getting a new account with 50 projects and there's gonna be twice weekly conference calls, or the SVP wants to discuss some metrics I prepared last week...but then I regrouped in my mind...I know what I'm talking about and people know it...I can speak with authority about my job....even if I crash and burn and get fired today, it's probably a blessing because I'll go work for a company better aligned with my values and interests. Just basic self-assurance stuff, but it was conscious and deliberate and took some time, whereas that initial burst of anxiety was instantaneous. As I went through this exercise I did feel my anxiety subside, quicker than anything I had tried before other than the Xanax. I'm going to keep at it.I took xanax, then other benzodiazepines. The medication was a good stopgap while I figured out what my issues were. A lot of soul searching and really changing the way I dealt with things. The biggest thing for me was probably getting into Eastern philosophy and trying to think of things with a long term view - not even my life, but the whole grand scheme of things. Dealt with the anger and fear I had. Got a big life insurance policy so I didn't have to worry about my loved ones if anything happened to me. Just figured out what I was really anxious about - not the everyday stuff, but the big things - and fix them.
If I had to pick one post to "sum you up", this would be itOfficer Pete Malloy said:JFC...someone I know just posted one of those "missing kid" alerts on FB.
A brother and sister are missing from a nearby community. Obviously I hope that they are OK but...
Their names are Haedon and Rheagan.
(obviously not laughing at the missing kids)He makes it back to freedom. Enjoy the movie.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
He acted like he was going to class for 3 years.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
I chuckled.He acted like he was going to class for 3 years.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
/sorryTruck
/doesn'tactuallyapplytoOkafor
/nobodyelsegetsthisjoke
You are a nice person.I chuckled.He acted like he was going to class for 3 years.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
/sorryTruck
/doesn'tactuallyapplytoOkafor
/nobodyelsegetsthisjoke
Kind of bonus funny because he graditated early with a real degree.You are a nice person.I chuckled.He acted like he was going to class for 3 years.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
/sorryTruck
/doesn'tactuallyapplytoOkafor
/nobodyelsegetsthisjoke
Don't know much about his books but I know he also wrote some comic books.Anyone ever read anything by this Brad Metzler character? My one sister gave me a bunch of paperbacks and I'm about to dive in to one of his. Exploit or avoid?
Yeah that part didn't really work, but I was committed.Kind of bonus funny because he graditated early with a real degree.You are a nice person.I chuckled.He acted like he was going to class for 3 years.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
/sorryTruck
/doesn'tactuallyapplytoOkafor
/nobodyelsegetsthisjoke
lynxYeah that part didn't really work, but I was committed.Kind of bonus funny because he graditated early with a real degree.You are a nice person.I chuckled.He acted like he was going to class for 3 years.Watching 12 Years A Slave. Who knew Emeka Okafor was such a good actor.
/sorryTruck
/doesn'tactuallyapplytoOkafor
/nobodyelsegetsthisjoke
OOF.Don't know much about his books but I know he also wrote some comic books.Anyone ever read anything by this Brad Metzler character? My one sister gave me a bunch of paperbacks and I'm about to dive in to one of his. Exploit or avoid?
That pretty much means I'll never read anything by him.
He was a couple of years behind me in law school; didn't know him but didn't hear good things. Never became a lawyer because he started writing ####ty books instead. Out of curiosity picked one up that was left behind at a vacation rental once. Didn't make 50 pages in. Avoid.OOF.Don't know much about his books but I know he also wrote some comic books.Anyone ever read anything by this Brad Metzler character? My one sister gave me a bunch of paperbacks and I'm about to dive in to one of his. Exploit or avoid?
That pretty much means I'll never read anything by him.
I'm out.
Wait...wat?Today was my 10th wedding anniversary. Unfortunately my sister in law and mother weren't on their best behavior at my daughters birthday last weekend and my wife has been upset since. Came home early from work to find my wife in tears and her bags packed yet again to "leave". Fml.
Damn, sorry. I read that wrong. That's gotta suck.She's not leaving me. But about twice a year she flips out because of my family.
I been there.
Can't be more than 4 or 5.Stryker, send me your number. So I have it.