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I just started Therapy: I had chest pains a few months ago late one night; I told myself if I wake up in the morning I will go to the Doctors office. I woke up, still alive and I went to the doctor. The Doctors office put me in a wheel chair and carted me off to the Emegency Room. While waiting in the ER I stood up and walked out of the ER. They called me, but I refused to go back. Instead I looked to see if my Insurance paid for Mental Health supports... It does cover Mental Health. I am here because for years October 10th has been my add it all up date once a year to Continue on or to Expire... I have always continued on... I told my Therapist about October 10th and she had me sign up for 7cups on October 8th. I found the 50+ section and just decided to post this.... I will not investagate any heart issues, but I like going to Thearpy.... Therapy is more affordable than dieing and paying ER bills, Now that I typed this I am fated to live to 110 years Continued.
I am very glad to meet all of you. My goals have nothing to do with a long life, but a possibilty of a short life has my imagiantion chirping.
Good morning!
I think? The newness of my new routine will keep me on my toes a happy person, when this assignment ends there will be a pause in between jobs with no income... will I save enough to self pay health insurance, Bills? I can substitute teach, I can substitute at my recently vacated job... Sub teaching is fun. Elementary Special Education is my favorite. High School teaching is easy, easy... Middle School is high stress... middle school will give you nightmares... I have 18 months of Cobra payments before I have to wing it? Or fail?
My subject: distances: The world is a small place, the world is a vast place.
This Pete is full of poop moment.
When despair became mine in 2008 or so? I b came a bicycle enthusiast. I rode my bike, 1 mile! What a great distance my mind said... I went on one mile rides thinking WOW! Then I rode my bike to the bike shop 5 miles away a vast place and distance in my mind. I bragged about my 5 mile trip.... Then? I discovered that the bike shop owners were long distance endurance racers, their exploits excluded RAAM. Race Across America: 3000 miles in 10 days... I was flabbergasted!
I had to step up my game.... 10 miles one week, 20 miles next week, 50 miles, 100 miles. Then a realization.... 100 miles took half a day of daylight... 200 miles would take a full day of daylight.... I never made it to 200 miles a day and I cut back to 50 miles a day, until I just stopped, I never know why I stop things, but I do... but I realized from this that impossible distances is all in the brain and being tied down by time. Time is the chain that can hold you back, not the distance... Im rambling... did you see any moral to the story? I know my mind opened up learning about long distance endurance racing compared to what I was doing? Dont trust your senses of what is impossible?
Good Morning,
ouch, ouch.... upper back an shoulder pain belong to me today! Im experimenting with just what movements hurt... and breathing into that area Next is massage... it will be fun to find a Foo Foo glitter Spa to walk My scary looking carcass into. They will be all booked up when I walk in. Its not hard being ugly... its mostly fun!
Good Morning! The day is starting at 38 degrees good! My back hurts... makes me feel alive....no morning rush... my car started with no strange noises... it has 320000 miles on it deserves a noisy disposition...I returned the rental car... I got clean bedding! Housekeeping set me up to clean and I put it on my calendar... they found my schedule and theirs did not match... we both compromised..
Good Morning,
I got kicked off and banned from 7 cups for at least a day. Why? I dont think I will find out. What I was doing was watching Chatroom 35+ and trying to find listeners. I am staying away from chat rooms they are suspicious... and if I got kicked for looking for a listener? Or It could be as simple as that I forgot my password and tried and retried getting into and failing... no more expanding my horizons until I find out my crime... but it is good to be back! It was crazy house time trying to figure out my inappropriate action... I feel bad about it... did I hurt with words? Texting and typing can provide for poor translation of meaning... I may never find out..
I could have been hacked? I am on a motel network in a big city... I could see that? Links? Links to my favorite short stories? I could see that? My Listener? My listener? Hmm?
Only one person has confronted me here on 7 cups? But they were passive aggressive towards me... it will end up between being forgetting my password... and I will never find out. I should be happy just to be reinstated.
@PeterJC
I found a 7 cups policy that I broke... I have been reading the policies... Ibwill not be breaking the policy again.
Good Morning!
it is nice and cold this morning! Still motel living... walked my dogs this morning and Im warming up the car, which I will keep warm all day long... just in case work calls me out...
I have decided that I really am self sufficient. I do not need friends, I do not need family, I need no one... this is a comfort, not a cry out.... Friends an Family are real, very real, but your feelings towards them are not real, you cant stop the feelings so they seem more real than the friends and family that can be easily abandoned... the feelings never leave.... this is Pete full of poop statements @PeterJC
Jabberwocky
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.