A husband and wife are trying to set up a new password for their computer. The husband puts, "Mypenis," and the wife falls on the ground laughing because on the screen it says, "Error. Not long enough."
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Quote from: Callaway on December 23, 2009, 05:44:32 AMQuote from: Sir_Les_Patterson on December 23, 2009, 05:22:22 AMYou may be like me Callaway. I hate people looking after me. I think back though on when I had my heart attack and a week after took my kids to a motel. The room was upstairs and the walk excruciatingly long. I was struggling and Connor was very mindful of me struggling and took it upon himself to come the other side of me and prop me up and virtually carried me up and down each time. I felt REALLY bad about this "weakness". He still talks about it with pride. It gave a strong little Autistic boy an important and helpful task rather than feel helpless in his Father's debilitated state.So what we see as inconveniencing others may not necessarily be so. I think you're absolutely right, Les. My daughter is trying to be very helpful and I think it's really good for her to have a chance to be the carer rather than the one being cared for. She carries my knee walker up and down the stairs for me and sets it up for me so I can get right on it. She also brings me things, like for example a Caffiene-Free Diet Coke along with the frozen thing I like to use to keep it cold.It's kind of hard for me to lie here with my foot up and ask for so much help, but it's probably a good thing for me to experience as well. I'm much more used to being the carer than the one being cared for.Just prior to this I (as you probably know) had checked myself out of hospital the day after my heart attack, drove home, showered, went shopping and got a present for my friends and when I arrived there collapsed on them and was bedridden there for the next three days. I saw this as the height of bad manners and as a terrible inconvenience to them.They see none of this. In fact they say I was scarcely an inconvenience as I was undemanding and recovered quickly and apart from overdoing it a little and grumbling at myself was the "perfect patient" Again a matter of perception.
Quote from: Sir_Les_Patterson on December 23, 2009, 05:22:22 AMYou may be like me Callaway. I hate people looking after me. I think back though on when I had my heart attack and a week after took my kids to a motel. The room was upstairs and the walk excruciatingly long. I was struggling and Connor was very mindful of me struggling and took it upon himself to come the other side of me and prop me up and virtually carried me up and down each time. I felt REALLY bad about this "weakness". He still talks about it with pride. It gave a strong little Autistic boy an important and helpful task rather than feel helpless in his Father's debilitated state.So what we see as inconveniencing others may not necessarily be so. I think you're absolutely right, Les. My daughter is trying to be very helpful and I think it's really good for her to have a chance to be the carer rather than the one being cared for. She carries my knee walker up and down the stairs for me and sets it up for me so I can get right on it. She also brings me things, like for example a Caffiene-Free Diet Coke along with the frozen thing I like to use to keep it cold.It's kind of hard for me to lie here with my foot up and ask for so much help, but it's probably a good thing for me to experience as well. I'm much more used to being the carer than the one being cared for.
You may be like me Callaway. I hate people looking after me. I think back though on when I had my heart attack and a week after took my kids to a motel. The room was upstairs and the walk excruciatingly long. I was struggling and Connor was very mindful of me struggling and took it upon himself to come the other side of me and prop me up and virtually carried me up and down each time. I felt REALLY bad about this "weakness". He still talks about it with pride. It gave a strong little Autistic boy an important and helpful task rather than feel helpless in his Father's debilitated state.So what we see as inconveniencing others may not necessarily be so.
Lots of boric acid and borax to the eyes today
Just prior to this I (as you probably know) had checked myself out of hospital the day after my heart attack, drove home, showered, went shopping and got a present for my friends and when I arrived there collapsed on them and was bedridden there for the next three days. I saw this as the height of bad manners and as a terrible inconvenience to them.They see none of this. In fact they say I was scarcely an inconvenience as I was undemanding and recovered quickly and apart from overdoing it a little and grumbling at myself was the "perfect patient" Again a matter of perception.
Quote from: Sir_Les_Patterson on December 23, 2009, 06:46:16 AMJust prior to this I (as you probably know) had checked myself out of hospital the day after my heart attack, drove home, showered, went shopping and got a present for my friends and when I arrived there collapsed on them and was bedridden there for the next three days. I saw this as the height of bad manners and as a terrible inconvenience to them.They see none of this. In fact they say I was scarcely an inconvenience as I was undemanding and recovered quickly and apart from overdoing it a little and grumbling at myself was the "perfect patient" Again a matter of perception. What awesome friends to have.
You know what I got from the Mother of my Children, nothing!As a courtesy, I gave her cash, which is all she ever asked for anyway.Sadly, in the past I got nothing often as well and when I did get something it was Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in my stocking. She sucks, but I already knew that! So much for being cordial for the children!
Too much social interaction and closeness to people has put me on edge
I could do with some Klonopin right now. I didn't see my family over Christmas because I had nothing to give them and that makes me feel awkward. I thought my mum was ok with that. Then she rang me asking me to come over so I went there and got asked if I was trying to alienate myself from the family?? No I am not. My mum said she feels as if she is the one in the middle between me and my sisters. I thought that I am stuck between two families. I said that I wanted to go home so I did. I cried in the car. My family want nothing to do with GA now. My life really sucks. I try not to be depressed.I have to ring everyone to thank them for the presents they got me and I don't know what they are.
I can do upside down chocolate moo things!