The Couch - Welcome to the Psychedelic 70's

I've been looking around my bedroom...which has become the dumping ground for household clutter.....and trying to decide what to keep and what must go...i decided to use this thought.... When i move out would i want to take it with me? Answer is no then it goes...

I have a one box rule for my cubicle at work... I have to be able to carry out all my personal items in one box...so i wouldnt have to take more than one trip out if im ever fired or decide to quit

i think i am ready to have a similar philosophy for my home....if ever i decide to go i want to be ready and it not take weeks to pack up...I was pricing out on ebay what I could get for some of my collectibles that are sitting out in my home that i dont want anymore....

Rts - sounds like a good idea. I have nightmares about leaving work and moving apartments and having too much stuff to pack.

RTS..when I moved out of my apartment into this condo, I didn't keep anything I don't use. Any collectible items of the sort that I did keep is because it holds some sort of sentimental value. I don't have anything that's worth money.

Your one box rule for work is a. Excellent strategy. When I worked in an office about 13 years ago, I had so much stuff there and then ended up needing to ask a (then) friend/coworker to pack up my desk and bring it to me. That was not fun.

I saw that someone started a thread about song lyrics representing (not sure that's the correct word here) how we feel. Somehow that sort of got me thinking about life, what I've been going through and music I've listened to. I was reminded of a song I used to listen to during my first and/or second year of high school. I was already very depressed by then and I also had an eating disorder and anxiety. I kept everything to myself though and I had never spoken to a psychologist or anyone about what I went through.

One day a classmate sent me a song she liked and told me to listen to it. I did and in a way that sort of saved me at the time. The song my classmate sent was You're Not Alone by Saosin and I remember how I used to spend a lot of time alone on the swings in the park, listening to the song over and over and over again for hours and just staying alive.

You're not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell

Still gives me goosebumps.

(Just wanted to share.)

I deleted it...sorry I forgot my promise to the couch...

I have to respond to a discussion post and write a 2-3 page paper for school today. Plus we're supposed to have company. Busy day for me.

I've never had a doctor call me "hon," "sweetie," or anything of the sort. Nurses, however, have called me every "sweet" name in the book. I'm in North Carolina and it comes with the territory sometimes. I've called friends, clients, and some employees and coworkers, "dear," "sweetie," and "darlin'." I didn't/don't use them often. T has called me "hon," "darlin'", and "dear" before. Also not often. I heard her call another client "ladybug."

I just realised that tomorrow is my first meeting with the physiotherapist.
My T recommended her to me, over a year ago. A couple of weeks before Christmas I bit the bullet and emailed her. When she hadn't responded a couple of weeks after New Years, I emailed again, and got an immediate response, and an appointment. Which is tomorrow. Gaaaaaah.

Argh!!! Why does my grandma think she knows more than a doctor?

I just got back from lunch with her. She was sick on my bday. Then I was sick the day we were supposed to go out after that. She tells me that my mother probably gave me the cold after being around my brother's sick girlfriend. I told her I had a sinus infection not a cold. She tells me I am wrong because by the way I sounded when I called her Thursday to cancel dinner she could tell it was definitely a cold. I explain I went to the dr on Thursday and he said it was a sinus infection. She told me I needed to find a new doctor because mine evidently doesn't know how to properly diagnose. WTF?!?

She also told me that I was jeopardizing my health eating dairy while on the antibiotic because it reacts with it causing toxins. Ummm...when I mentioned to my dr that antibiotics usually give me diareah, he said it is because it kills the good bacteria in addition to the bad bacteria and that eating things with probiotics like yogurt helps prevent that. Why would he say that if dairy and antibiotics were toxic together? I think I trust the doctor more than my grandma even if he is relatively young for a dr. He has more education than her. She dropped out of high school to elope.

I get so frustrated when family think they know more than drs and try to tell me things that are off the wall.

Church triggered me.. not good. I will probably write about it later, but for now.. I need to keep it together. Today is my son's b-day and my mom I stopping by any minute to see him, then we are heading to the in-laws for pizza and cake. MUST.HOLD.IT.TOGETHER.

Mast... I would be freaking out too... and that is why I think you are so brave.. I think the person will ask lots of health (related to your injuries/muscle) issues first... so that should help "break the ice"...

For me since I am an extremly uptight person when it comes to anyone touching me... I've been sure to explain that I want to know what they are going to do before they do it... its helpful for me maybe if you ask for that it would be helpful to you too... or maybe the person just instinctively does that... I'll be thinking about you and would love to hear about it if you are up to sharing afterwards.

Healed... maybe invisioning talking everything you heard at church and all of your thoughts and feelings about it and put it in a box and tape it shut and put it on a shelf would help... seriously...it has helped me in past ...then when i have the time... I bring the box down from the shelf and open it up with it and deal with it for a certain amount of time... then box it up again...

got the idea from someone on pc..

Thanks, RTS. The reason my T recommended her is that she is also a therapist so I hope she'll be able to understand.

That's really good advice, which I wouldn't have thought of. I'll try to do that.
And I'll let you know how it goes. My appointment is at 11, and then I teach from 2 to 4, so I won't be online until after that probably.

too true, in Texas it is not unusal to be reffered to as Hun, sweetie, dear or darlin'

And in Scotland they call you "hen". (Yes, really, that's a term of affection.)

Healed...there is also another mindfulness exercise similar to the one RTS mentioned.

You envision a conveyor belt ( like in an airport) and you take what's bothering you and put it on the conveyor belt. Each time it circles around push it out if the way. Then later when you have more time you can take it off the conveyor belt and unpack it.

Mast...good luck tomorrow. I'm headed to Sweden right now to jump in your pocket.

((((Hugs)))))

Girl Scouts have been selling cookies. I'm pretty sure I don't need to eat one more thin mint cookie.

Does someone wanna make a new couch?

go for it Jersey!

The new couch and the cookie

Painting may calm your brain.

The new couch is up.

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