not myself
Member since October 24, 2009Current: Live with my husband, and my two aging parents live with us. My mother, 80, has Alzheimer's, but is otherwise in great shape, my father 90, has chronic A-fib and bad knees, but as sharp as a tack. In short--the wonderful world of irony. I have been undergoing treatment, and am now reviewing surgical options for a lumbar fusion to resolve severe spinal stenosis with sciatica due to a synovial cyst. My husband is an unemployed executive, and a saint living among humans--95% of the time. I have no health insurance because I am manic depressive (controlled for years and years, never hospitalized). We have sold our house moved to take care of my parents, and everything we ever had in $ has gone to pay my medical bills and pharmacy. Our daughter is a marine biologist, and long gone from the nest. She's a love, and visits frequently with her own family.
Past and Future: Was/will be again, I hope, Psychology. Research and teaching in neuroscience, statistics, and human development over the lifespan. Also did a lot of math tutoring in between.
On thinking about this, I used to be/do a lot of things. Now I do a lot more, but, again the irony, not much at all. But enough about me. Let's talk about . . . me! Hint: for those unfamiliar with psychiatric diagonostics, this kind of post is an indication that I am rapidly cycling from hypomania to depression, and back. The difference is that without medication, I'd be either knocking out a wall in the house to build a sunroom, or refusing to get out of bed unil they carried me out feet first. One learns to live with it. The ones around one don't always. And so it goes.
Favorite things to do when not doing other things: reading (when I can concentrate), laughing, yelling at politicians on television (used to be politically active, but now I'm not active at anything), laughing, figuring out more and more things I can do on the computer to avoid painful ambulation, laughing, cooking, really laughing, because I keep trying to think of ways to take recipe from computer (done), check pantry list from compter(done), grocery shop from computer (not around here, unfortunately), and hook up computer to household appliances to chop, assemble, etc. (a no-go for sure!) And so, for sure, when I assumed the "nom de plume" of Just Not Myself, it was because I don't know who "myself" is anymore. And, oh yeah--laughing!