Archive for January, 2015
I don’t care what anyone says about unlocked mobile phones. I don’t care what anyone says about the million versions of Samsung mobile phones there are to boast about.
Oh, as all those new and wonderful “Upgrades” that come out. Look! I have a Stylus now!
Both my Samsung II and III NEVER WORKED!!! And as far as a Stylus for a mobile phone? I saw some recently for $5.00. No joke.
My first ‘sung was not unlocked, the second was.
What’s the latest version they have out now? I think they’ve dropped all the numbers in that style, or what? We’d be up to MMCLDVIIII or something?
Because they ARE that stupid. They wouldn’t be able to comprehend Roman Numerals.
Let me prove it to you. It’s actually a little combined Marketing, and TechDUHlgy secret. A company that releases so many mobile phones so quickly as “Upgrades” actually KNOW they’re crap. And I became one of the TechDUHlgy Fish they reeled in twice.
I also became a Super TechDUHlgy Fish in another way. This is another trick used like the one I mentioned above. It’s called, “The Upsell.”
Whenever someone comes to me in a quandary about purchasing anything electronic, I impart my repetitive and sage instructions: write down everything you will use and want to use for said piece of what you wish to buy.
AND STICK TO THAT LIST!!!
I didn’t do that. Hypnosis. Bells. Whistles. I stared with glazed eyes and forgot the number $500.00 (before taxes.)
And this happened twice? I should be banned from buying technology for the rest of my life!
At least I kept on track this time. I knew what I needed and the cost was cut in half. I also don’t need to sit in my apartment waving my arm in the air back and forth, trying to get access to the Internet.
Now it’s time to take WP for a test drive on it. Any problems? Blame WP.
In my last Post I said I was going to AA.
That entire prospect is scaring the shit out of me right now. My head is spinning and racing, questioning, “WHAT IF IT DOESN’T WORK???”
Intellectually, I know that’s entirely stupid. Joining a support group isn’t going to magically make my addiction problems disappear. But I’m still freaking out about going.
I’m so fucked up with my addiction problems and going to AA, I’m now at the point of of being suicidal. Oh, fab PA. Just fabbo. Layer it on.
And I mean ACTIVELY SUICIDAL.
Fuck doing a cutting. That hasn’t, or hadn’t, entered my mind since I’m writing about it here. I honestly have no desire to do a cutting. Just kill myself.
Oh, and forget going to hospital!
“Hi. I want to kill myself. I was going to do it tonight but I came here for help instead.”
“Why do you want to kill yourself?”
“Because I’m an addict and I want to go to AA, but I’m totally petrified of it and me not getting better and the only thing I can see is offing myself in the next five minutes!”
BANG! Straight into some Detox Hell I go, with no Psych or Medical needs…well, that I need!
Obviously not an option. Well, to admit myself.
OD? I have so many pills left over from extra refills and when I was trying to get my seizures and moods under control from losing my Clobazam for so long.
Think about it kids. I was UNDERMEDICATED FOR YEARS.
No wonder I was so fucked up! That’s why I’m now on huge doses of my other two.
Turn (CRANK!) up the volume to maybe save this girl? Nobody knew for sure but some magic did occur.
All the seizures stopped. It’s been about a year and a half. My Anticonvulsants do double duty. Epilepsy and Bipolar. That’s why I was also going out of my mind for so long as well!
Moods okay too.
Except now. I’m not cycling. At least I don’t think so because nothing before the serious business about AA. The suicidal thoughts? I feel better now that I’m Blogging about it.
So, no. I’m damn near the fastest Ultradian Cycler of the Bipolar Ultradian Clan. I’m like a Revolving Door. In and out, roundabout in 24-48 hours.
It’s almost a blessing in disguise.
Okay. I barfed, or bled, or shit all over the screen for you here. My selection would be shit.
Thanks for reading.
Will WordPress on my mobile FINALLY work?
Here I am, drinking in my local pub, and an older (and very sweet) man and I went for a cigarette. We’ve had many great discussions about so many things in life.
I asked him, “Could you keep this under your had?” while I played with the hat he was actually wearing.
He said, “What?” as I kept pointing to the inside of the pub.
Anxious response: “Just between you and me?”
“Sure! Anything!” he nearly shouted.
Well, shouted as an old man who might be able to shout. One who had a voice like road construction going on in his lungs from smoking three packs of cigarettes a day–although he didn’t–not that many.
And who am I to judge? I always end up smoking when I drink too. I’m seeing my Respirologist on Wednesday. Uh, okay…
I told him that I was going to start attending AA Meetings.
Well, throw my Alcoholic Ass through the pub window! He’d been going for years to AA (with relapses.) The same place too! It’s within walking distance from where I live as well. Uber-bonus.
I’m not sure when I’ll start. I’m not making an excuse for not starting. My empty schedule has now become so unwickedly busy again. I have to balance appointments here and there, where and when…
I write it all on this calender I’ve stabbed on my closet door with a pushpin.
NOTE: Stabby, Stabby feels good!!!
It’s completely multi-coloured by huge, permanent ink markers where I’ve written things. Then, I have to colour over something else with another colour. It’s a total mess. It’s bleeding through all the paper as well.
Whatever. I have bigger worries. I guess I sometimes worry if I can read my calender.
Hang on. That is a big worry. My mobile! But having it in working order is a HUGE WORRY.