Response

I know many people sympathize with the non-bipolar person. Sometimes people are such good writers you forget the truth. I mean, if you only hear something from one side, you have not even CLOSE to have heard the truth.

An example was used from a bi-polar person I'll bet is doing well. Well, what he had to say was bullshit. He NEVER talked to me, therefore they don't know the truth.

Some people are very good writers, and therefore greatly influence people. That means you maybe, just maybe have been influenced by lies.

If you want to know the truth, talk to me.

Trying new things

Apparently when you do everything around the house and property but forget and don't tell your spouse who is unaware of all that has been going on about the house, property and life, that you have been taking care of faithfully, some things you have done. You have done a wrong thing.

Truths

Once you are diagnosed Bi Polar, no one ever will believe you. Even if you are telling the truth. So, why try. You can begin again. It may take a million tries, but you can do it.

I recently tried to confide in someone. But, they were lied to, and since it was about me, they believed the lies.

Will anyone ever believe you?

Why try?

Worrying for my baby...

My wife, Belinda/Ninjapoodle, has had quite a serious surgery lately and that plus all the time and worry leading up to this event has kept me from posting as I know I should.

There have also been some very life changing events in my life that I will share soon with whatever reader I have left. This post will come soon.

I have been Guest Posting over on my wife's site. Here are a couple of those, Surgery Day!, and Post Surgery - Day Two!

I miss you all and will be back and sharing in no time.


Go Hogs!! Beat Auburn!!

To My Beloved

Belinda,

It's been a hard road, hasn't it, honey? But, you know I will walk with you every step down this path of life. In sickness, and in health, pain or no pain; whatever troubles our family may face. You have always been there for me. Now, it's only fair that I be there for you in your time of need.

I do remember the pain free times, like that time we spent down in New Orleans just before your good surgery. I will never forget those few days. We hit all the wonderful restaurants: NOLA, K-Paul's, the Cafe Du Monde, Gumbo Shop, Central Grocery, and all the little N.O. musts. I do believe that it was on that trip that I became positive that I wanted to be with you forever. Even if the disease that was killing you might just cut that time short, or that we'd never have any children. I remember the walk in the French Market where I bought you a cheap little stone ring and before your surgery, and gave it to you as my promise that I would always be there, no matter the outcome. I remember these times just as I remember the times you hurt so bad you couldn't get out of bed for what seemed like weeks on end, because the pain was so severe. I want you to know that there was always a constant, I loved you. I stood by you then, and of course I will stand by you now.

We have seen some real doozies of some doctors, haven't we, darling? I think the greatest incompetency, and then proof of God's miracles, was when one doctor told us that it was not only not likely, but there was just no hope of having children. With one sputtering ovary and a bleak outlook, we beat those odds then, didn't we? God smiled on us then when he gave us Isabella, and he will soon smile on us again soon when he heals you from this misery. He gave us the greatest gift I could have ever asked for. A child that looks so much like me and has all your wit, intelligence and sweetness. Sweetheart, I know how much you love me, and you have given me my only known blood relative. I mean, out there somewhere, I know I might have a brother or sister, or even a mother or father. But it was you that made me a daddy. Being a daddy and your husband, my sweet, I have found, is all I have ever wanted to be.

Your pain will be over soon, my sweet. It will be over soon.

Our lives 'til this point have not been easy. God knows, you have had to deal with my health problems, and me being well.....generally crazy at times. And you have done so with the patience of a saint. I think you know what I mean when I say that you saved me. Belinda, you saved my life in so many ways. I could never repay you. I owe you so much.

Your surgery is coming, and I know it seems so far away. But, we can make it, together. I will help you. And afterwards you know I will do whatever it takes to help you comfortably heal. I am having chocolate trucked in, already practicing making your favorite chicken and dumplings and I have Ben and Jerry on speed-dial.

We still have a long road to travel. We have a life to live together.

We will find a way, Belinda. And this time, it will be, hopefully, pain-free.

How Hot IS It?

Well, in Arkansas, it's so hot that our normally nice and polite Little Rock Zoo chimpanzees, in an obvious attempt to call even more media attention to the problem of Global Warming, are resorting to "gorilla tactics (HAR! HAR, HAR! Get it? Guerilla? GORILLA? Come onnnnn!) and knocking out documentary filmmakers with large rocks.

Extra, Extra, Read all about it...

If any of you have been wondering how I have been doing the past few days, well,... so-so. I have been a bit down lately, and the pdoc has me on new meds so who knows, any day now I may be back on top.

Anyway, I just wanted you all to know that I have been keeping up with the world and especially the local news even though I have been feeling down.

Now, just because we live in Arkansas and in a rural area does not mean we don't have hard-hitting journalism. Why, I ran across this little gem, just the other day in the in the local paper.

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