Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Today I experienced major stress and a known trigger for extreme mood swings or rapid cycling. I had an appointment with the "rental management" company to return the keys to the apartment on the town square. I'd tried not to get too worked up about the final inspection, final paperwork, and the return of the security deposit and unspent misc. funds.
Unfortunately, one too many gringos had told us that we could kiss the security deposit goodbye. They claimed that the Mexican landlords were known for screwing renters. But....wait for it....wait.......Yes, they hadn't dealt with me!!! I've read and re-read the English language rental agreement a dozen times --- yes, I'm driven.
In fact, in early July, I went to the rental manager's to make the July 31st appointment. I was given a strange look or too, especially after I announced that I expected the security deposit and unspent "repair" fund returned to me on that day. I got a sort of "um, we ...." before I jumped in and reminded them that my contract ends as of the 31st and the monies are to be returned that day according to the rental agreement.
I was ready to go this morning. After the usual SS&S, I dressed "up", as much as one does with black Levi's and a rather snazzy short sleeve shirt, put on a watch (hiisssssssss) and walked to the apartment. I arrived about 45 minutes before the inspector and I made a final walk through, paced, and re-read the rental agreement twice more. The inspection went well and I was off walking to the rental manager's offices down the block.
Once there, I waited .... shouldn't have worn the damn watch....waiting is never fun if you know the damn time. Finally, the verdict was read. "Do you want the security deposit back in cash or a check? And, we estimate that your electric bill will be about 200 pesos, so you'll get 1,800 pesos back from the misc. fund."
And, me, being honest, said, "What about the cable TV bill?"
You wouldn't believe the puzzled look on the lady's face. "You have cable? Are you supposed to pay for it?"
Ah, "Yes, it's in the contract. And, by the way, I was in this office in mid-June and I canceled the service."
The next few exchanges are hard to describe. She prattled on about the landlord paying it and so I had to pay all three months. I reminded her that I was in the office, chatted with the young man in the cashier's cage, and told him why I wanted to cancel the cable while he was on the phone with the cable company. She said that he didn't recall my being in and having canceled the cable----------------
I made a rude comment.
OKAY, I stated bluntly that if he didn't remember, she had a bad employee. "I have an extremely good memory!"
She left the room. She may have went to talk to the guy. When she returned, she said I did not have to pay July's cable TV bill. Good. Then, I made another rude comment and walked to the bank with her assistant to get $400USD and 1,300 pesos.
OKAY, OKAY ------------- "So, your rental management company doesn't manage all of the bills?"
I do believe that my Harris sarcasm was well understood.
On the way to the bank, the rental agent's assistance asked why I had moved out of the apartment. I was brutally honest and she seemed shocked. "Blah, blah, blah, security, blah, blah...." I am sure her boss got the rest of my message......
I am proud that I never lost it today. I could have exploded and gone ape shit. The meds do work.......
Yes, hmmm, let's see, yes -- I'm phreaking hypomanic.
It's all good in Paradise.
P.S. When I got back to the house I found a note dated 22 de junio. I had written the list of things I had done at the rental agency that day, including canceling the #$%@ cable TV service.
Getting ready for Mom's Card Club night was easy for me. When it was Mom's turn to host all I had to do was, "....keep out of the way, set up the card tables and chairs, and get your butt out of sight until the ladies leave....."
Mom, on the other hand, was BUSY. Celery, pickles, olives and other "formal" munchies were prepared. God knows how many times my mother would swoop through the house with the rug sucker and dust furniture at the same time. The house had to be spotless.
There was always a special dessert. Who cared about eating the left over stuffed celery and macaroni salad? I always hoped that there would be desserts and other sweets for the rest of us.
I don't recall how many years the Card Club had met. At Mom's funeral one of the ladies from the club told me it was nearly 20 years. She and other former members of the club sent flowers and came to the funeral home together.
20 years of coming together to play cards, chat, and enjoy food together.....20 years of dressing to the nines, dainty hats, and for some time -- little white gloves....20 years with friends, neighbors, and family sharing a monthly night out together.
The Card Club was important to those ladies. And, all of the families knew that ya gotta give the Ol' Lady some space and time to herself from time to time........
Whose deal is it? Oh, yes, we're playing Court Whist.
Monday, July 30, 2007
As the rain was pelting the stone road the caballero y su caballo rode quickly down our road. Others scampered to their homes or jobs. Very few folks were out and about --- the majority already at their places of work or home working. The rain was short in duration, but provided many inches of much needed and desired rain.
Later in the day, after the sun came out, the garden areas in our backyard were dry. The garden "beds" in the back are narrow and run along the east and west walls. The back wall has no "garden spots", only our banana trees and the mango tree.
The dryness of the back yard could well be attributed to the fact that our house is on a hill. We have rain spouts everywhere and rain water flows through a grate in the patio and through pipes to a corner of the bottom front step, then onto the street. Rainwater drains off quickly and heads to the lake.
Having an older colonial style home is a treat. Being on a hill makes it all the more interesting. Our front threshold is at least 5 feet above street level. From our spacious living room (with a fireplace) one must step up about 8 inches to the dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and primary bedroom. One must step up another 8 inches to go out the back door.
The second bedroom is on the same level as the back door, however, one must step up another 8 inches to get to the shower and mudroom. From the outside of the mudroom there is a gentle sloping lawn that reaches the back wall.
At the end of this day, the sky is clear and sunny. The clothing left hanging on the roof will need to rewashed. So, I must go to the roof.
Going to the roof is also a treat. Our two tanacas (water tanks) sit atop the roof of the second bedroom. Our mirador stands tall near the center of the main roof. Wires acting as clothes lines strung here and there have on occasion attempted to kill me......
Tonight, if I am fortunate, I'll be able to sit quietly in the mirador and watch the night sky. We have a full moon and I anticipate another beautiful night. That is --- unless we have rain.......
If it rains we will still have a beautiful night in paradise.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
I seem to have had a new and unique episode of ADD along with the hypomania that has carried me higher on the Bipolar-Coaster. I had never known what a freaking experience it is having extreme ADD. I left the cat outside and ...... I was a mess.
I had no choice but to medicate, meditate, and move into dreamland early last night. I slept 9 hours and feel just fine. It's that whole sleep thing, sometimes. A good sleep routine, even if aided by chemistry, is a key part of MY life with Bipolar II. The "triggers" --- I can't give a rat's ass about them, now.
It's on with the day. We've had rain all morning, however, the mountains are a lush green and the rainy season brings on the growing season. The trees are flowering, my garden is blooming, and EVERYWHERE exotic plants are budding, blooming, and broadcasting their seeds.
If I have to live with a mental illness, chronic pain, and a tendency to trip, what better place than HOME SWEET HOME.
It's all good.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
2. The rain lasted for about 45 minutes.
3. The editor is in the midsts of an episode of hypomania.
4. Don't worry Memo is here and alerted to the situation.
5. It's All Good.....
And lose you as a friend.
I could not share my secret self.
I was not real.
I could not trust you with the truth.
I thought I would be humiliated
I feared losing my family,
And my hopes and dreams.
I am an actor.
I had everybody fooled
And no one knew my secret life.
Maybe, no one cared.
I was not real.
The weight of the truth
And the constant performances
Were killing me from the inside out.
My soul was dying
And, I was dulling my pain.
I took self-destructive risks.
I did not want that life.
Salvation came when I could love myself
And reject the fear.
I accepted myself.
I began to live.
I am finally real.
My life is real
And finally the last secret was
My life is my own.
Should you not care to know me,
You won't be missed.
I am real.
You know my secrets and the truth.
You needn't clap your hands because,
I believe in me.
I had concerns that the old apartment hadn't been cleaned and I hand over the keys on Tuesday. The maid was late coming. I had taken the maximum withdrawal of funds two days in the row, paid rent, put money aside for our last payment for the year's Star Choice (Yes, my Canadian friends, a local expatriate Canuck, brought a slice of the Great North down to our area with a cool satellite deal!) and paid for some medications that we needed. At the end of the day, I had no money in my pocket. That alone is a major trigger.
I left Memo in the center of town yesterday afternoon and came home. Then the hypomania that had begun earlier went full force. I didn't sleep much this morning (Yes, insomnia kept me up until 4 AM).
I am not complaining, mind you. It's all good. All the stress is temporary until I remember where I am and how happy I am. Then, who gives a phuck?
I am quite fine right now. The sudden daytime downpour has only delayed today's outing. Two more months of the rainy season --- and it's all good.
It's time to get moving......
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Why hasn't the Hypocritical Clinton Impeachment Supporter and Known Adulterer Senator David Vitter resigned from the U.S. Senate? When will he slink off to rehab or at least Jesus Camp?
What the fuck does that matter when our troops die each day, the poor get poorer, the sick die lacking insurance, and on and on and on.....
Focus people! We live in dangerous times and we need to pay attention to the needs of our neighbours!
Mom would tell me, "Miss Ryan called and she wants you to burn the trash.” I would put on shoes and a coat then cross the driveway. Mrs. Ryan would be waiting for me at the door.
Burning the trash was still how folks discarded anything that would burn. This and other chores were a regular weekly event. It seems that I began to help Miss Ryan when I was eight years old.
Miss Ryan was a very special neighbor. She seemed older than God. She walked stooped over as she had a hunched back. She was a devout Catholic.
She seemed to watch over our family. Miss Ryan saw us all grow up. We were always polite, and we greeted her when she was in her backyard or on her back porch. When her cherry tree produced sweet cherries, she always gave us permission to pick away.
Miss Ryan never married and worked as a legal secretary into her late seventies. She worked for a prominent lawyer in our town. Their office was in one of the buildings on Main Street. Every year’s community festival included a parade. Miss Ryan’s third floor office had one of the best views in town. We were lucky kids.
The very first time Miss Ryan had me come over to help her, the chore was simple. Before I left her kitchen, she gave me a quarter. I was happy to have helped her and I remember how uncomfortable I felt taking her money.
I helped her and even at an early age, I felt embarrassed taking money. How could I take money for doing something my heart had taken pleasure in doing? Miss Ryan insisted I take the coins.
Of course, Miss Ryan, was appreciative of being helped and “rewarded” me with enough cash to buy some pop and candy. Helping my elderly neighbor is certainly a fond memory. And, once again, my heart remembers more than my mind does.
Thank you, Miss Ryan.
Monday, July 23, 2007
I went to bed before midnight last night and was up at 7 a.m. I took the trash out to our neighborhood heap. Trash is picked up every day except Sundays.
I posted a baned commercial, read all of my newsy blogs, and I read the Bipolar Planet blogs that I read daily.
I wrote an email to my SSD lawyer, answered an email from big brother, and erased the mail I chose not to read.
The workmen next door are continuing to replace my neighbors' sewer line and extend their parking spaces. The work crew is great -- they've worked hard every day.
A gas truck carrying tall tanks of gas just came by with its music and the word "gaaaaaaaas" (in Spanish use a short a sound). Most folks here simply trade there empty tanks for filled ones. We have to call a company to bring a tanker truck because we have a pig --- a stationary tank that gets refilled. The gas trucks ride through the neighborhoods nearly all day. Gaaaaaaas!
One of the water companies also drove by and checked to see if I had any of their empty bottles to exchange. Last week, I exchanged three 20 L bottles -- total cost -- $6.00 USD. We only drink our bottled water.
I haven't seen any caballeros this morning. We usually see some adults and kids ride their horses everywhere. Hearing the hooves clapping on the stone streets is a familiar part of life here. And, where there are horses, that's right, we have to watch our steps if walking in the road.
Later in the day, the van with baked goods (donuts, bread, and other dulces) will come by and folks wanting sweets will step into the street to flag them down. They have a aggravating tune on their announcement equipment with a kid's voice interrupting at certain points to help advertise the sweets.
The "junk men" also drive about asking for old wash machines and other junk. They also use a megaphone with a prerecorded message.
Pre-recorded announcements are the norm here. Whether its a political party, fruit and vegetables vendors, or a "news" announcer, the cars and trucks with their megaphones attached to their roofs go everywhere.
Being here is just like going back in time. I'm not sure if the town I grew up in ever had announcement trucks. We did have an egg man, a milk man, and a Met Life insurance man that came to the house to collect payments.
Life here is so very fascinating.
And, oh yes, on Mother's Day you may hear the Mariachi Bands serenade the moms right in front of their houses starting at 6:00 a.m.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
I've tried to write or publish information about Bipolar Depression every Sunday. Today, nothing inspired me. There has been nothing in my life this past little while to report.
I can't report about anything scientific. However, a research project of the anecdotal results of medication successes, medication side effects, abuses of medication, and failure to continue treatment could be interesting. Of course, there remains many other questions or information that may be answered in such research .....
Research like that may even be helpful .....
The internet has sources galore.
Well, that's not my project ... it would never get completed before "SHINY OBJECT!".....
I'll be going in another direction or just "forgetting" it.
I'm not merely mentioning some frigging Bipolar shit that I've done all of my life, I'm also reminding you that I AM RETIRED.
I really can't interrupt my life in Mexico with anything ... I just don't give a shit.
Listen to the great summary of the failures of the Republican Party and its leader George Bush.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Today, I offer another Linkin Park music video that may touch you --- Somewhere I Belong
This is a part of my story....
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I found it tonight. Yep, that damn piece of paper.
Gee, thanks, for the reminder note reappearing!
That note was a "trigger" clue that I "inadvertently" lost within a small stack of papers. A friggin' To Do List fucks me up and I feel frozen...stressed...anxious...
I don't want to deal with it...and it's just a simple telephone call back to Michigan. I need to return a "check-up" call from the auto insurance company that pays any medical bill that relates to my neck injuries.
Trigger 1 -- seeing the "lost" note, then remembering that I have to talk to them because I had been in two freaking rear-enders...
Trigger 2 -- a decade of chronic pain.........................................
Yep, no happy happy joy joy talk at the moment. I do have my problems.
I dodged this shit for almost two weeks and, damn, I gotta think about this shit all night ...
Maybe even make the call tomorrow...
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
My first visit to our village in November was "disrupted" by a minor fall (read trip). I tripped up to a sidewalk from the street. The heights of all "curves" here vary greatly and I scrapped one ankle and bruised the knee of the other leg.
I immediately felt embarrassed and the first word out of my mouth was, "scheisse." Then, I laughed out loud because here I was in Mexico and swearing in German.
Needless to say, that injury was minor except for some ribbing from my new friends. You see, everyone down here trips from time to time. Uneven rock roads and sidewalks are just one more charming aspect of Paradise.
As for stairs, the unsatisfactory apartment had uneven tiled steps that opened dangerously to the upper landing. I do not know how many times I nearly fell up or down those steps. And, at our new house I fell sideways off our steps deeply scraping the underside of my right knee and and scraping the left ankle. I also broke away the end of the step's brick and mortar "railing". It had to be patched and reshaped.
That "accident" got even more laughter from our friends. The pain was tolerable.
I have never been this accident prone in my life. I am having an occasional loss of balance and do watch your glass (and mine) if we are sitting together. I've been knocking over glasses left and right. It can be dangerous sitting on a barstool next to me. Either my Coca or my neighbor's cervesa will topple.
A month ago after rising from a barstool I apparently fell directly backwards. My lowest back right rib broke and parts of my lower back were bruised. The pain.....
I awoke the next morning with no memory of falling and what happened after my 3rd double Bloody Mary. I had my second blackout in 40 years. And, since I don't like drinking this was a fairly rare event. Honestly!
So, I sit here with a mending rib whose pain is lessening every day contemplating whether I should go out and get a large bottle of Tylenol. Naaaaaaa... I'll use an herbal pain remedy.
Time for the next dose...
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
I know physical pain. I know emotional upset. I know inexplicable rage when something goes awry. And, I know the deepest level of despair and hopelessness.
Some suicidal folks that I am acquainted with just have the thoughts that dying would be easier than embracing life with all of its pain and opportunity. Some have a "just in case" plan to die if they reach that horrid point of despair that they remember all too well. The plans may be somewhat vague or not yet completely thought through.
What I find hard to imagine is a person with thoughts of suicide who holds back from telling the medical professionals (who are regularly visited) about those thoughts. We all must be honest about our thoughts, actions, and anxieties when we visit our pdocs and our family doctors. If unable to do that we risk the rejection of help from everyone and we risk taking that one giant step towards despair.
No doctor can help you if you remain silent about your pain and illness.
The truly frightening suicidal persons have materials gathered, highway bridge abutments studied, or a distant motel chosen and are prepared to take action when they reach that last level of hopelessness and despair. Sometimes we can reach out and pull them back, if we recognize the "signs". When unsuccessful we must not let our minds accept any guilt. The survivors are not responsible for anyone's suicide.
I once had a real dip-shit plan that resulted in a professor's call to whomever and the calvary arriving before I figured out what I should have been doing "right". The next and somewhat better plan was interrupted with violent vomiting due to an overdose and the "final" phone call to my ex-bf. After the pendejo snidely informed me that my suicide attempt wasn't really serious because I hadn't cut my wrists properly the despair and hopelessness was stymied. I soon accepted the fact that I am a great person and that anyone that doesn't like me is losing out on a good friendship... fuck'em.
NO! I have not reached that level of hopelessness and despair for a very long time. I love life and look forward to many more years of living with love, joy, peace, and contentment. Oh, shit, there is that Bipolar II thing, some chronic pain, and right now a broken back rib (that's another story for another day) --- but I don't give a rat's ass --- I am living with the body I have and a mind that still marvels over blooming plants and the majesty of mountains. This life is not over and there are so many things to do and see during the rest of my life.
I am alive and we are doing quite well, thank you...
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Failed businessman and political opportunist
Risk taking Christianist with certainty of purpose
Autocratic ruler with secrets within secrets
A dim world view and viewed by the world as dim and arrogant
A nation outraged
A military weakened
Families mourn the loss of loved-ones and treasure
Politicians burning daylight without hope of ideas and action
A system of justice raped
One man, a political machine, and fear
A base of brainwashed loyal and rabid extremist supporters
Liar, thief, and murderer
Elected, suspected, rejected
Lame duck and dangerous
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
|You Are a Prophet Soul|
You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.
Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.
Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run.
No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.
You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.
Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.
A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.
You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.
Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul
We have a maid.
We trust her and she is a cleaning demon. We were already becoming good friends before she asked us if we "needed" a maid. She quit her $10 USD per day job as a bartender ($60 USD per week) to try a more lucrative "business".
As Mrs. T becomes a maid she is already doing very well as clients find her! She no doubt can clean 2 or more apartments and houses each day. Her "day" at a home could be 3 - 4 hour. Many folks will have her come in to clean twice a week At about $3 USD per hour --- well, you can do the math.
Memo and I have decided to have her come over on Mondays and Thursdays. We will probably have her use some of her time cooking meals for us on Thursdays. We have yet to talk about laundry. Two 4 hour days = 8 hours per week = $24 USD. Mrs. T can earn more than double each day as a maid.
As you can see, bartenders make good wages, but the maids do much better.
Do we really "need" a maid. Let's just say that keeping the tiled floors clean would be more than I can do with my neck problem. I should make my own bed, but at twice a week the bedroom is organized and spotless. The patio and front "patio" are swept. And, coming home to a fresh, clean pine smelling bathrooms and floors is a delight.
It is difficult sometimes to read the dairies of my fellow Bipolar Planet friends and acquaintances. I even made two bookmark groups. One group blogs rather frequently and the others have delayed their return to regular blog entries.
As mentioned in my profile, I blog for therapy. I need to rant about American politics and stupidity from all corners. And, from time to time I tell stories....
I am really concerned with the diary tones of some folks living with Bipolar I and II. It is distressing that some find themselves in deep dark places. I don't know how I can respond with comments, encouragement, and empathy sometimes. Those folks flying high with hypomania are sometimes the hardest to reach.
STABILITY is my mantra, my goal, and my salvation. Many times I forget that it may be hard for some to relate to me now that I infrequently struggle with the blues and hypomania. My happiness is not infectious and may turn some folks off...
So, what to do? Good wishes, prayer, and my determination to remain an active participant in the Bipolar Planet seems all I can do right now.
Enough for now --- hang in there, Folks.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Dare I make the first proclamation that the 110th Congress should now be called "The Do-Nothing Congress"?
When several American troops and countless mercenaries (paid for with your tax-dollar) are being murdered each day, when new-born babies die at at rate greater than most in the world, when old folks must choose between expensive prescription medicines and food, when New Orleans is ignored, and when justice is denied our United States Senate's Judiciary Committee must on Thursday:
"...move on to the weighty subject of too many Americans not knowing the words to the national anthem and will consider S. Res. 236, "a resolution supporting the goals and ideals of the National Anthem Project, which has worked to restore America's voice by re-teaching Americans to sing the national anthem."
BobGeiger.com has the Senate's entire schedule for this week with appropriate remarks.
How freaking insane!!!!!
Who the hell sets the priority on what legislation is important and which crap resolution should be put far back in line after the poor, the war, and the general welfare of the citizens of the United Sates? Who is responsible for triage? Will Hawkeye Pierce please slap those stupid jerks!!!
People are dying and we need to discuss the singing of our National Anthem.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
One morning last week we walked from the house to the town square and Memo turns to me and says, "I don't think that I have ever seen a stop sign!" It's true. There are stoplights on the main road, but stop signs in the village seem non-existent.
I would think that stop signs could help to minimize accidents. They may not be much of a priority in a little village. No doubt there must be one or two corners where signs may help.
It would be great if those of us living with Bipolar I or II had a magical stop sign that would smack us on the head when needed. All those abandoned projects, unused gym memberships, and spending sprees would be stopped. Hypomania and mania could be "controlled".
Imagine being stopped from spending money you don't have and making some life decision that you may regret. Yep, a good old smack could save lives, prevent family problems, and perhaps even help some of us keep steady employment.
Send me a stop sign!
Saturday, July 7, 2007
The rainy season here is not more than a couple months long. It rains mostly at night and usually ends by early morning. It rained last night and it seems it will be sunny and warm all day today.
Yes, another sunny day.
I expect tomorrow to be sunny and warm, as well as, the next day and the day after that...
Optimism? No, reality.
I expect the next year to be fun, eventful, and interesting. I'm not setting any "dates" to visit the top of an extinct volcano, to visit nearby Aztec ruins, or to visit Mexico City. One day, we'll climb the trail to the Catholic Shrine that is about half way to the top of one of the nearby mountains. We'll go the the hot springs and also visit Tequila.
After all, as I've said before, I have the rest of my life to do those things. Having turned 52 on Friday was great. Living here for the next 20+ years will be fantastic.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Throughout my life I always welcomed some changes. I always seemed to experience hypomania and was driven to meet the challenges. Whenever I changed teaching assignments I reinvented and recycled my "best" classroom plans.
Currently, my blog is undergoing some changes. I changed the color/style and am now working on my sidebar information. The focus of my blog will change slightly.
BTW -- I have added a blog description beneath the blog's title. When I found this gem I had to use it.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid. (Heinrich Heine, 1797 - 1856)
Here we go!
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
A few months back I announced my decision to leave the Democratic Party. Today I am an Independent. I am freer to neither support or trust any political party. I am no longer supporting HillPac.
Isn't this just one of the freedoms we cherish today?
The Soviets once had a fake opposition party and the public always voted 100% for the ruling party (read dictatorship). Englanders once attempted to sweep away all Catholic influences and established a "State" Church. Some disaffected Mormons that turned back from the great journey to Utah were murdered by Avenging Angels. Their sinful "choice" was countered by the belief that turning one's back to the Church would lead them into greater sins. Only by shedding the blood of those wayward souls could they be redeemed.
We may choose. At least until more elected officials and the Supremes decide to reinvent and reinterpret our Constitution. The extremist Christians continue to work towards establishing a de facto theocracy. They are intent upon legalizing bigotry and limiting, then ending, the reproductive rights of women.
We must fight to retain the freedoms that the Founding Fathers intended that we enjoy.
We celebrate our independence and are reminded that we have a wannabe king that has violated the rule of law. We must fight to retain and recover our Constitution from the heretics and liars. Then, I will wave a sparkler, light a firecracker, and send an exploding mortar in to the sky.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Independence Day was a great movie (yeah, it had its cheesy moments). The "one world" speech was good. And, yes, Iraqi, British, and other survivors worked together to defeat the alien aggressors.
Science Fiction novels, movies, and TV programs are a wonderful diversion. Sometimes we see life as we wish it could be today ...
July 4th, 2007 will have a new meaning for me this year. As we celebrate the 13 Colonies' brave act of defiance and its formation of the United State of America --- many Americans remain oblivious to the fact that the government has failed the American people. Our reputation, our civil rights, and the our trust in the integrity of the highest court in the land have been adversely changed.
Our government has:
Refused to ratify the Kyoto Accords
Arbitrarily withdrawn from the Anti-Ballistic Missile Treaty with Russia
Tortured "enemy combatants"
Transported detainees to other countries to be tortured in secret American prisons
Transported detainees to other countries to be tortured and imprisoned
Redefined and reinterpreted the 50+ years old Geneva Conventions
Wire-tapped Americans' telephone calls without a proper judicial warrant
Suspended the most cherished civil right granted in the American Constitution --- habeas corpus
Overturned the important civil rights ruling --- Brown V. The Board of Education
Borrowed vast amounts of money from China and other countries to pay for a clusterphucked "war of choice"
Diverted troops from Afghanistan failing to find Osama Bin Laden and to crush the Taliban
Yes, Happy 4th of July.
President George W. Bush --- July 2, 2003 ---
"...anybody who wants to harm American troops will be found and brought to justice. There are some who feel like that if they attack us that we may decide to leave prematurely. They don't understand what they're talking about, if that's the case.
Let me finish. There are some who feel like -- that the conditions are such that they can attack us there. My answer is, bring them on.
3,372 American Troops have died.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
My "Bipolar Sunday" report hasn't been made for quite some time. I don't have any news articles to quote. I have been reading "Google Alerts" for bipolar depression.
Unfortunately, the many articles that I have read sometimes contain contradictory information. Medications don't work -- medications do work. Health parity legislation is opposed by the insurance industry. Criminals are now trying to use their alleged bipolar diagnosis as an excuse for their actions. And, new medications are being introduced while the older meds are yet to be fully studied and understood.
Side effects from our bipolar medications continue to "bother" the folks that take them. Many believe they can "treat themselves" with diet, exercise, and/or vitamins. We all want to be able to "live with" bipolar depression and we try to choose what works for each of us. And, some trust their pdocs and many do not.
My meds work. The side effects are tolerable. I do have an occasional moment of unsteadiness. My right knee and lower left leg are evidence of that clumsiness. My cracked back ribs came about when I made a misstep at a local pub and fell backwards.
Yes, I have a few aches and pains. I have noticeable tremors. My medications grant me a great deal of stability. I hope that the severe depression and hypomania that I have experienced, will be held in check.
My doctor in Ajijic has already lectured me about staying on my medications. "Good days" should never convince anyone to stop taking their medications. I'm even lucky enough to be able to purchase most of my psychiatric cocktail medications here through my doctor.
Take care, everyone.