Goodbye 2008

Dispite all the crap that is going on in the economic world and my slight depression...I feel that I'm actually better off than I was a year ago. New job, two new holes in my belt, improved golf game..... I welcome this upcoming year. A clean slate, shaking the Etcha-Sketch, reloading the operating system, flipping the pillow over to the cooler side....I've got to make some changes and I have to do things a little bit better. I hope you all are going to better your selves too. Rock on my good people.

J

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I recently went to the doctor a couple of months ago for a physical exam because I hadn't had one in a while. I've always thought that I was in ok shape except for the last couple of years being at my new career and not being as physically mobile as I used to. In doing so, I knew I was a bit over weight. Dang, I payed a copay to have the doc to tell me what I already knew. Well, that's besides the actual point. I was a new patient so I had to fill out the entry questionaire and sign all the necessary papers. You know....."do you smoke?", "do you have heart diseases in your family history?", and "are you depressed?"....etc. I answered all of them as I felt they were true for my 37 year 100,000 mile check up. I said "yes" to depressed. Then I thought about it......yeah, I feel sad sometimes. Especially about stuff that happens back at home on the rez like my still recovering brother, long-lost daughter, high fuel prices, my absence of being close to home, and not knowing about city life. I guess to a physician this has an entirely different meaning. I don't think I'm that fucked up! Geez, I'm not still here because I hate the taste of gun metal. I like my life. Despite having a mortage, longer belt size, more grey hairs, and longing to wet a line at Morgan Lake, I'm having a good time and hopefully live long enough to see my great great grand kids.

Well, I said I was depressed a bit one time at an appointment. She said she would prescribe me a drug that will calm me down and be a little more level headed when I felt down and at the end of my rope. Ok, I said. Shouldn't have said that but I did. Well this drug is one that Ozzy's on. Maybe it'll make me a rock star! Hoping to feel better, nothing changed....so up went the dose after a month of treatment........................................................................................ I was a a complete mess. I felt like Ozzy. Jittery, spaced out, feeling disconnected, spazzy, feeling like I needed to be somewhere, thinking, "did I leave the clothes iron on?", sleepy, and sometimes pissy............................................................................................. and this shit is prescribed for depressed people?

I didn't realize that I had to dose down to come off of this shit too. So, I'm off of it now. Now I know I didn't need it because I feel just fine, except for one thing. When I dream, it's like a whole movie playing in my head like I was the playing the main role. Some are good, some aren't. Most feel too real. I dream like I TIVO'd it because when I become awake sometimes....it resumes where I left off when I go back to sleep. Freaky to me, really. I think that my prescription dislodged something in my brain.

Or am I really going nuts?



Oh yeah, GO STEELERS!!! GO SCOUTS!!!

Native Dream Girl

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This was forwarded to me on my phone. Wonder what clan she is. Aaayyyyy!

Her masani taught her well. Blue Bird Flour is the best! Never let those sacks go to waste!

She looks like she's in Assayii Lake!

Rock on my good people!

Dudes, beware the doghouse!!!!

In case you were wondering, I'm still here. Alive and well I guess. Just had to get my head together and my poop in a group.