Archive for March 27th, 2012
» posted on Tuesday, March 27th, 2012 at 9:58 pm by
Question by : How common is multiple personality and split personality among female post trauma?
its now relevant that my best friend might have split personality disorder, reason being that she goes from ‘i dont give a shit’ to a child like personality. then two other girls i met have mulptiple personality disorder as well, one of them i wanted a relationship with. though it makes me extremely depressed, to know that my best freind has it too. having any kind of relationship with someone who has mpd or spd must be hard, because they just snap for no reason.
Answer by Jamie Chan
well i think i might have multiple personality or maybe even Bi Polar because yesterday at lunch i was Mad one minute, sad the next then mad again. i think we develop it because something really bad has happened in are lives
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» posted on Tuesday, March 27th, 2012 at 3:54 pm by
Question by rt: Knee pain — only when I kneel on it!?
A couple of weeks ago I knelt on a carpeted floor placing my right knee on the floor and a very sharp pain (like I had knelt on a large grass bur or something) shot thru my knee causing me to immediately rise. I looked in my knee and all around and there was nothing to be found. Last night I was going to look under the bed for something and I knelt on the hardwood floor and again that sharp pain shot thru mu knee…..it’s like a stinging sensation, but very strong. It’s not my knee cap, but slightly below and a little to the right of the knee cap on my right knee. I can walk and run and bend the knee just fine (no pain), etc., but sometimes when I kneel on this knee…….it really hurts. And a nagging feeling like I fell and skinned my knee will stay with me for a while after I encounter one of these knee “stings.” So, it’s sort of an inflamed/stinging sensation after the initial dagger thru the knee feeling.
Answer by Chas
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» posted on Tuesday, March 27th, 2012 at 2:11 pm by
could i have the swine flu if i have bad headaches joint pain and been really tired for a couple days.?
Question by pucketthagen: could i have the swine flu if i have bad headaches joint pain and been really tired for a couple days.?
Plus i just found out my roomate has the swine flu.
Answer by gratefully_bj
its possible, get tested
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» posted on Tuesday, March 27th, 2012 at 2:07 pm by
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Thirteen Rules for Dealing with Sociopaths in Everyday Life
The first rule involves the bitter pill of accepting that some people literally have no conscience, and that these people do not often look like Charles Manson or a Ferengi bartender. They look like us.
In a contest between your instincts and what is implied by the role a person has taken on — educator, doctor, leader, animal-lover, humanist, parent — go with your instincts.
Whether you want to be or not, you are a constant observer of human behavior, and your unfiltered impressions, though alarming and seemingly outlandish, may well help you out if you will let them. Your best self understands, without being told, that impressive and moral-sounding labels do not bestow conscience on anyone who did not have it to begin with.
When considering a new relationship of any kind, practice the Rule of Threes regarding the claims and promises a person makes, and the responsibilities he or she has.
Make the Rule of Threes your personal policy. One lie, one broken promise, or a single neglected responsibility may be a misunderstanding instead. Two may involve a serious mistake. But three lies says you’re dealing with a liar, and deceit is the linchpin of conscienceless behavior. Cut your losses and get out as soon as you can. Leaving, though it may be hard, will be easier now than later, and less costly.
Do not give your money, your work, your secrets, or your affection to a three-timer. Your valuable gifts will be wasted.
Once again — trust your own instincts and anxieties, especially those concerning people who claim that dominating others, violence, war, or some other violation of your conscience is the grand solution to some problem. Do this even when, or especially when, everyone around you has completely stopped questioning authority. Recite to yourself what Stanley Milgram taught us about obedience. (At least six out of ten people will blindly obey a present, official-looking authority to the bitter end.) The good news is that having social support makes people somewhat more likely to challenge authority. Encourage those around you to question, too.
Compliments are lovely, especially when they are sincere. In contrast, flattery is extreme, and appeals to our egos in unrealistic ways. It is the material of counterfeit charm, and nearly always involves an intent to manipulate. Manipulation through flattery is sometimes innocuous and sometimes sinister. Peek over your massaged ego and remember to suspect flattery. This "flattery rule" applies on an individual basis, and also at the level of groups and even whole nations. Throughout all of human history and to the present, the call to war has included the flattering claim that one’s own forces are about to accomplish a victory that will change the world for the better, a triumph that is morally laudable, justified by its humane outcome, unique in human endeavor, righteous, and worthy of enormous gratitude. Since we began to record the human story, all of our major wars have been framed in this way, on all sides of the conflict, and in all languages the adjective most often applied to the word war is the word holy. An argument can easily be made that humanity will have peace when nations of people are at last able to see through this masterful flattery.
If necessary, redefine your concept of respect.
Too often, we mistake fear for respect, and the more fearful we are of someone, the more we view him or her as deserving of our respect.
I have a spotted Bengal cat who was named Muscle Man by my daughter when she was a toddler, because even as a kitten he looked like a professional wrestler. Grown now, he is much larger than most other domestic cats. His formidable claws resemble those of his Asian leopard-cat ancestors, but by temperament, he is gentle and peace-loving. My neighbor has a little calico who visits. Evidently the calico’s predatory charisma is huge, and she is brilliant at directing the evil eye at other cats. Whenever she is within fifty feet, Muscle Man, all fifteen pounds of him to her seven, cringes and crouches in fear and feline deference.
Muscle Man is a splendid cat. He is warm and loving, and he is close to my heart. Nonetheless, I would like to believe that some of his reactions are more primitive than mine. I hope I do not mistake fear for respect, because to do so would be to ensure my own victimization. Let us use our big human brains to overpower our animal tendency to bow to predators, so we can disentangle the reflexive confusion of anxiety and awe. In a perfect world, human respect would be an automatic reaction only to those who are strong, kind, and morally courageous. The person who profits from frightening you is not likely to be any of these.
The resolve to keep respect separate from fear is even more crucial for groups and nations. The politician, small or lofty, who menaces the people with frequent reminders of the possibility of crime, violence, or terrorism, and who then uses their magnified fear to gain allegiance is more likely to be a successful con artist than a legitimate leader. This too has been true throughout human history.
Do not join the game.
Intrigue is a sociopath’s tool. Resist the temptation to compete with a seductive sociopath, to outsmart him, psychoanalyze, or even banter with him. In addition to reducing yourself to his level, you would be distracting yourself from what is really important, which is to protect yourself.
The best way to protect yourself from a sociopath is to avoid him, to refuse any kind of contact or communication.
Psychologists do not usually like to recommend avoidance, but in this case, I make a very deliberate exception. The only truly effective method for dealing with a sociopath you have identified is to disallow him or her from your life altogether. Sociopaths live completely outside of the social contract, and therefore to include them in relationships or other social arrangements is perilous. Begin this exclusion of them in the context of your own relationships and social life. You will not hurt anyone’s feelings. Strange as it seems, and though they may try to pretend otherwise, sociopaths do not have any such feelings to hurt.
You may never be able to make your family and friends understand why you are avoiding a particular individual. Sociopathy is surprisingly difficult to see, and harder to explain. Avoid hi/her anyway.
If total avoidance is impossible, make plans to come as close as you can to the goal of total avoidance.
Question your tendency to pity too easily.
Respect should be reserved for the kind and the morally courageous. Pity is another socially valuable response, and should be reserved for innocent people who are in genuine pain or who have fallen on misfortune. If, instead, you find yourself often pitying someone who consistently hurts you or other people, and who actively campaigns for your sympathy, the chances are close to one hundred percent that you are dealing with a sociopath.
Related to this — I recommend that you severely challenge your need to be polite in absolutely all situations. For normal adults in our culture, being what we think of as "civilized" is like a reflex, and often we find ourselves being automatically decorous even when someone has enraged us, repeatedly lied to us, or figuratively stabbed us in the back. Sociopaths take huge advantage of this automatic courtesy in exploitive situations.
Do not be afraid to be unsmiling and calmly to the point.
Do not try to redeem the unredeemable.
Second (third, fourth, and fifth) chances are for people who possess conscience. If you are dealing with a person who has no conscience, know how to swallow hard and cut your losses.
At some point, most of us need to learn the important if disappointing life lesson that, no matter how good our intentions, we cannot control the behavior– let alone the character structures– of other people. Learn this fact of human life, and avoid the irony of getting caught up in the same ambition he has– to control.
If you do not desire control, but instead want to help people, then help only those who truly want to be helped. I think you will find this does not include the person who has no conscience.
The sociopath’s behavior is not your fault, not in any way whatsoever. It is also not your mission. Your mission is your own life.
Never agree, out of pity or for any other reason, to help a sociopath conceal his or her true character.
"Please don’t tell," often spoken tearfully and with great gnashing of teeth, is the trademark plea of thieves, child abusers– and sociopaths. Do not listen to this siren-song. Other people deserve to be warned more than sociopaths deserve to have you keep their secrets.
If someone without conscience insists that you "owe" him or her, recall what you are about to read here– that "You owe me" has been the standard line of sociopaths for thousands of years, quite literally, and is still so. It is what Rasputin told the Empress of Russia. It is what Hannah’s father implied to her, after her eye-opening conversation with him at the prison.
We tend to experience "You owe me" as a compelling claim, but it is simply not true. Do not listen. Also, ignore the one that goes, "You are just like me." You are not.
Defend your psyche.
Do not allow someone without conscience, or even a string of such people, to convince you that humanity is a failure. Most human beings do possess conscience. Most human beings are able to love.
Living well is the best revenge.
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True story from the archives of inanity:
I began my career as a paperboy at age 11. My older brother was a front (in Wisconsin you had to be 12 to draw a wage) and quite the 12 yr. old capitalist. He did 1/4 of the work and skimmed 2/3 the profit. As soon as I was 12 he ordered me to "pay the bill" which meant a Fri. night bus ride to the Kenosha News offices to spill oodles of small change in front of the awesome teens who actually got paid to drive vehicles and drop off bundles of the daily drivel then drive those trucks to the next drop spot.
After the money counting I’d stop off at The Dutch Maid for an ice cream and a good drooling which was delivered as a godsend from the largess of the waitress who never fully buttoned her uniform top. In sub zero weather I would stand outside reconnoitering which were her tables that particular night. Sometimes it took 15 freezing damn minutes to determine, then occupy one of her tables! When she delivered the ice cream she would casually and enticingly lean far over the table revealing just the right amount of cleavage so she could hear a 12 year old stifled gasp. This older woman, nearly 17 as a good guess, left my impressionable mind so boggled that for years I had crushes on girls at least 1 year my senior. That fetish still has a grip on me 5 decades later. I sometimes lie awake at night imagining I could pull her address up on a Google search so I could send her a bottle of fine wine as a thank you for all she has done for me. But I digress. And I can’t blame my digressions on ample bosoms.
This tale of preteen lust does have a car connection. I hope I haven’t bored you getting to it.
From the ice cream and dream emporium there was only a lonely trip home. It was a 3 block walk to the bus stop in front of S.S. Kresge’s Five and Dime (later to evolve in a series of steps into Jupiter and finally into K Mart) and a wait for either the Red Line or Blue Line electric trolley car ride home.
A miracle happened one cold March Friday night. A gleaming red ’57 Chevrolet Bel Air containing a rolled and pleated Naugahyde interior and powered by the almost mythical Chevy V8 topped with 3 Holley 2 barrel carbs pulled up to he curb and I heard those cherished two words every paperboy on the corner only dreams about, "Hop in."
My 18 yr. old cousin Wayne was at the wheel with 3 of his old and new neighborhood (emphasis on HOOD, a term more of respect than dread) cronies inside. I of course got the "gork” seat between the back two bruisers who I didn’t know at all. That was a blessing because riding shotgun in the front next to Wayne was the scourge of the neighborhood, a bullying "Older Brother" named Dean Olmstead.
I held back my objections when the biggest jerk on the south side, Dean, suggested Wayne take me right home in case they found a couple of babes who wanted to "Scoop the Loop" in a slick new Chevy. I guess the disappointment of not being almost seen on repeated trips around the downtown Friday night scene was overshadowed by the pride with which I stepped into every boy’s Dream Machine in front of 5 or 6 of my fellow peasant paperboys.
Wayne did allow me the thrill of one awesome circumlocution before heading homeward on the less traveled 7th avenue route. That turned out to be a wise choice when only 6 blocks into the trek Wayne leaned far to his right and let loose with a nostril hair curling silent but oh so deadly humdinger of a fart to write home about. As the realization of what had just transpired wafted around the the front seat and made it’s way to the back seat pandemonium broke out. Dean was punching Wayne in the upper arm. One of my back seatmates began howling a mournful objection While the guy on my right commenced to howl with uncontrollable laughter. Dean now decided to attempt to vent his theatrical rage on "laughing hyena guy" when I could no longer hold my breath and joined in giggling like a ticklish toddler. Dean then tried to grab my hat and also got a handful of hair, a trick he was known and despised for by every youngster on the block and none more than me. I’d seen him carry his kid brother, my best friend Jamie, 10 feet by only his hair. My new protector to the right nearly broke dean’s arm and he let go before I had a chance feel any serious pain.
At this point Cousin Wayne wisely pulled over to the curb, possibly to prevent the premature venting of all his particles of hard work from escaping out of the simultaneously opening 3 windows. He sat quietly face forward while the other buddy’s objections died down. I was still gasping with laughter as Wayne slowly swiveled to face the 4 of us, waited for his moment and uttered the words that almost put me in the Saint Catherine’s Hospital emergency ward with a case of split side due to terminal gasping for more air to laugh with. He calmly and confidently said, "I thought that was rather refreshing."
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window, living room (rear) – from outside – IMG_3685 (20111014)
Image by Rev. Xanatos Satanicos Bombasticos (ClintJCL)
Our rear living room window, now repainted, from the outside. The only true single-pane window left in the house; this one would be over 00 to replace thanks to government building codes requiring much more expensive tempered glass to be used, because this window is over stairs and could hurt someone on the stairs when it breaks. So government safety regulations actually made it so expensive to replace that we changed our mind and didn’t — actually making things less safe and less energy efficient. This is how government regulation often has the opposite effect, and is not a magic answer to all societal problems.
Oops, painted this window shut too.
Sacrificial boards are used a lot in my house. I guess it’s an "old wood window thing". I paid a good + for another piece of crown moulding to put over the sill. The idea is that the sacrificial wood rots before the actual sill. In this window’s case, the old sacrificial board was so rotten you could rip it off the nails and into pieces with your pinky finger. The sill itself was rotted out too. I spent a week or two building it up with successive layers of Elmer’s wood filler. It kept raining on my wood filler and I’d have to start over! Eventually, though, it was built up enough to be flat enough to nail a NEW sacrificial board to. Hopefully this is the last paint job this sill will ever need. At some point in the future when we have more disposable income, we’ll replace this window. (We need about ,000 in new windows, so it’s going to be awhile…)
You can also see the chimney to our old boiler. I actually had an ex-friend argue with me in the past about whether that that’s what this was. Not sure why people think I don’t know my own house. This chimney once tried to kill me by being blocked up and filling the house with diesel fumes. Fortunately the smoke was thick enough to break the laser on our cd player, turning the music off so that I was able to hear the carbon monoxide alarm. I was sleeping in the basement. Carolyn was upstairs. I probably would have left her a widow if that alarm hadn’t gone off. We don’t use a boiler or CD players anymore. Heat pumps are way safer in terms of CO2.
You can also see the soffit damage due to raccoons, as well as some leftover rope from the "roof tarp years". That rope came in handy when painting!
The gutters for this part of the house rotted off. Estimate for just that one ~6-foot section of gutter to be replaced? 0! Ouch! The parts are less than 0! I’ve seen gutter crimpers in use. It shouldn’t cost THAT much. I think if I just had "a guy" come do it, instead of a licensed business — that it would be way cheaper.
boiler chimney, house maintenance, living room window, raccoon damage, sacrificial board, soffit.
October 14, 2011.
BACKSTORY: So our homeowners insurance (Farmers) got dropped due to having peeling paint on our window sills (among other things). Weak. It was a LOT of work AND money for us to repaint all our sills. Wood windows SUCK!! Modern vinyl windows are MAINTANENCE-FREE!! Wood windows… You gotta re-glaze the panes when they fall out, and then the wood itself is always going to slowly rot away. We already had our cats knock a pane out, so we already had glazing compound for pane repairs. This came in handy when we painted our various window sills, as some also needed glazing compound.
It was quite a pain because it cost so much money and had our living room in disarray for so many months, and the whole insurance basis for the situation was pretty bullshitty in the first place. We’re not going to make a property damage claim due to moisture that occurs because our windows let in moisture because their paint was peeling! Ridiculous… Is paint really all that’s holding us back from having property damage through our windows? I DON’T THINK SO, as no moisture was getting in prior to repainting. Just total hassling from Farmers *AND* Progressive Insurance. NationWide, however, appears to finally be on my side.
» posted on Tuesday, March 27th, 2012 at 12:10 am by
Question by hill: What to do for back pain, joint pain, difficulty in moving fingers ?
My dad has all these symptoms from working everyday, I really want to help him but I don’t know how! I have considered a chiropractor or a heat pad. What do you suggest? He has alot of neck pains and he limps sometimes so i think something’s wrong with his leg or foot. HELP!
Answer by Dianne T
The best thing to do is get him to the doctor. When I have back pain, I take a hot bath. Sometimes the joint pain can be stopped with new shoes or ones that have cushions. I use this thing called a bed buddy. It is like a long sock and I heat it in the microwave and put it at the foot of my bed or under my back.
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