summer2010 wrote:

That is a good way of thinking about siblings - how we stack up.  Went to a twins game yesterday - twins won in the 9th inning.  It was such a beautiful day outside of Minneapolis no  room for depression there.  The only problem was tornado sightings.  Five of us huddled in a small bathroom while the storm passed buy I thought for sure the   roof was going to fly away.  That's how scared I was.  It wasn't my time, I guess.  Hope you are doing well today. 

 

dllgrant wrote:  Being the last in the
family is like being the final garnish to top a gourmet desert.  For example, there is ice cream in the dish,
covered with syrup, then whipped cream, some sprinkles.  But the sweetest and most beautiful delicacy is
the cheery on the top.  That’s you.   Dave.  

Summer,  Thanks for your comment and encouragement. Much appreciated. Dave.

 

This looks like it got sent twice but anyway its always good to get a comment.  I felt depressed yesterday and today but things got better as the day wore on.  I still feel excluded from the group that are my sisters but being the last one in the family might be the reason.  They are in their 70's, middle 60's and I am 60 years old.  Hope you have a good day

Terri Thank your  for your comments and your thoughts and prayers. My doctor and psychiatrist have been prescribing bipolar and depression medication for about 4 years. Nothing has worked. In fact the side effects have caused some major problems. I question the quality of the medical care I receive. Doctor's visits las about 15 minutes then a snap decision without much research is made concerning a prescription medication. Thant seems dangerous to me. My last visit to the psychiatrist resulted in a 200% increase in my medication. That made me unable to function properly so I took it upon myself to reduce the dosage.  My conclusion is that my doctor and psychiatrist are just "pill pushers'.  Perhaps it's because I live in the extreme north and good doctors are hard to find up here.  Anyway, thoughts and prayers are more powerful than medication so thanks for being my friend. Dave.

 I'm not sure where mt head's at right now, Patch.  I think I'm back in the quilt but I'm missing a stitch or two .I think if anyone else needles: me I'll go over the edge.  I need that stitch in time which saves nine. What is that stitch anyway? I know what I'd like it to be but that's a naughty thought.  When your depressed, it's like wearing a wet blanked.  Maybe I just need to be hung out to dry for a while.    Dave.