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Post by billd1 on Aug 30, 2016 11:24:39 GMT -5
Strawberry,that sounds like a good idea to me.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 29, 2016 11:26:18 GMT -5
Doctors are only one of many different types of professionals that many people go gagga over.
Also, judges, religious leaders, political leaders, and law enforcement officers to name just a few.
Can anyone think of more?
Maybe, back in the Good Old Days, or the Bad Old Days, when things were simpler, slower, and life was less complicated than it is today, the old rock of society of troubled people confiding in doctors was valid.
But, those days are long gone.
I think that today, if someone is gagga over a doctor, it is probably because the doctor prescribes them feel good drugs.
Reportedly, before Eddie Fischer married Elizabeth Taylor, she assured Eddie that her doctor would prescribe for Eddie whatever feel good drugs he wanted.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 29, 2016 11:19:36 GMT -5
Now, I'm gonna get down to business.
My first logbook on my drinking alcohol was started on Saturday June 4 of 1977.
It was the beginning of much journaling, diary keeping or whatever you want to call it, including logbooks of my excercise habits, drug taking, blood pressure, and many other aspects of my life.
I had stopped drinking my usual 2 drinks a day in May of 1976, and thirteen months later, decided it was time to start back, on that day in June of 1977 buying a bottle of Alamadan Rose wine, and continuing with 2 drinks of wine a night, for a number of months, with maybe an occasional beer for variety.
I finally burned, or shredded & recycled most of my logbooks, so all I have left is the count of the number of days I drank alcohol during a year, and the number of days that I abstained.
These records are filed in "Wines & Spirts, Book 11, August 16, 1997-May 28, 1998.
Also included in this summary book, of which the daily entries have been deleted, were, "Purchases," August 10, 1997-June 11, 1998.
Wine & Spirits Vol. 17 was from August 1, 2006-November 28, 2011 and the contents of it are apparently gone, leaving only my counting summaries.
The first complete book I have remaining is Wine & Spirits Vol. 18, November 29, 2011 - January 19, 2013.
The current volume, # 19, started on Saturday, January 19, of 2013, at 10:05 PM, my usual 2 drinks: 1 mini bottle each of Naked Turtle White rum & water (12 oz. total liquid, with the water added), followed by another at 10:40 PM.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 29, 2016 11:14:27 GMT -5
Thanks for the reply, marle. While there is more to life than just money, having an income and money can ease some of the sufferings we all have in life whether we suffer from shyness or not. And, the more money a person has, the more they can ease the suffereings, wehras those with less money won't be able to have their sufferings eased at all.
I am still hopeful that I can find a job, or additional jobs to the one I am now working at, so that I can pay all of my living expenses.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 27, 2016 11:40:35 GMT -5
Girl Friends Before & After Seventh Grade
"Before Eve, there was Evil, and her name was Lilith"
On my Grasping At Straws thread, I will be mentioning a young girl who was friends with me, in grammar school, and through the seventh and eighth grades, but in high school she became very mean and sadistic towards me in the 9th grade.
She first caught my eye way back in the first grade, singing a Halloween song.
I immediately thought of a nickname for her which I called her throughout the rest of grammar school, and through the eighth grade.
However, when I called her by that nickname in the ninth grade, she hit me with her fist!
After that, I never called her by the nickname I had given her so many years ago.
I won't call her by that nickname in my SA threads where I mention her, on the million to one chance that she could read it and recognize herself.
So, I'll just call her, Lillith.
"Before Eve there was Evil. And, her name was Lillith." - Tagline for an old 1960s movie that very few people remember today.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 26, 2016 14:30:17 GMT -5
In the title to this thread, I'm putting "drinking" in quotations, because I think it's funny that the English words, "drink," and "drinking" are often assumed to mean drinking alcohol.
Of course, it shouldndn't be that way, because all of us, unless we want to die of dehydration, are going to have to drink liquids.
I think I'm seeing, or hearing, a slight change of "drink" not automatically being assumed to mean drink alcohol, in questions from health care providers, now asking "do you drink alcohol?"
And, I hope this trend will continue, because I don't think that "drinking" should automatically be considered alcohol.
I'm not going to waste time and effort telling too much background, and will fill in details as this post develops.
I want to do successful posts on this message board, and it seems like use of alcohol and other drugs is a subject that might get responses, with repliers wanting to share their experiences.
I started using alcohol in my late teens, maybe late in life from some peoples' stories I've heard and read, but early enough for me.
I'm showing my advanced age, but when I was growing up, 18 was the legal age for buying beer and wine in many parts of the USA, not 21 like the now nationwide law.
So, I got a three year start on the "soft stuff," all legal, and by the time my twenty-first birthday had arrived, I had settled into a rigid rule for my life, to stop after drinking only two drinks of alcohol.
It was a rule that I adhered to until early 2003, although during the past 11 years, I have not "gotten drunk" during this time.
I learned very early after my eighteenth birthday, that being "drunk" was not a pleasant experience at all, and have only been "drunk" a handful of times.
I tried it, and I didn't like it.
My use of alcohol during those first three years of experimentation was trying to see if I could use alcohol in a way to get into a pleasant state of consciousness and maintain it for hours.
I finally concluded that I couldn't attain this goal, and that the only use of alcohol I could have in my life, without developing a "drinking" problem, would be in small amounts, thus limiting myself to two drinks of alochol a day, and occasionally skipping days, weeks, months, and even years during which I did not drink any alcohol at all.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 26, 2016 10:10:39 GMT -5
The Very Spooky Dr. A will always be with me, but I don't think that what I saw him about was any unreasonable obsession with me.
One reader of this story mentioned seeing a glass as half full or half empty, and being the optimist that I am, I see the glass as half full. There's more where that came from, and the glass is going to be filled all the way.
I was optimistic that Dr. A was wrong that there would be little change, and that eventually I would start growing a beard, and altho it was slow over more years than I wanted, it finally happened.
If a youngster in the situation I was in all those years ago ever confided in me, I'd tell him about my own experience, and warn him not to have any hormonal treatments unless there were something very seriously wrong with his body.
Dr. A said my situation was hereditary, and I asked my parents if there were any men in our family who didn't grow beards, and they didn't know of any.
If Dr. A is still living and I saw him today, with a full beard, I wonder if he would say he was wrong to tell me that I could expect little change?
It really doesn't even matter to me.
Today, I have people telling me: "shave that beard," and calling me "Santa Claus."
So, while my beard might not be exactly how I'd want it to be I have what I wanted when I saw Dr. A.
I don't really like long beards, and prefer to keep mine trimmed short, but, if you knew more about me, and my hopefully long gone practice of sometimes going too long without showering, you might understand why I sometimes to too long without trimming and get called, "Santa Claus."
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Post by billd1 on Aug 26, 2016 10:02:09 GMT -5
This place doesn't so seem dead in the past few days. I will agree with you on that ura, and I'm glad of it. In my previous post, I just wonder if I forgot to paste in the URL of the message board I referred to. I'll give it another try and see what happens this time. Well, this time, I did remember to paste in the URL. Here is a link to the message board which has the page about controversy over just how many co-founders there might have actually been, of Alcoholics Anonymous. www.thefix.com/The name of the message board is, "the fix addiction and recovery, straight up." It looks like a very good message board, and I have since re-visited it, and plan to do so more in the future. Read more: shyunited.proboards.com/thread/10243/dead#ixzz4IS4mTOLB
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Post by billd1 on Aug 26, 2016 9:57:12 GMT -5
Marle, I have so far read Page 1 of this thread, and plan to read the rest of it. I have a lot of catching up to do, having been virtually inactive here for some time.
I am impressed how long both you and Scotty have stuck with the board, with both of you having posts going back to 2011, only two years after I joined.
Although you do claim to have a problem with shyness, from the very first page, I was very impressed that you were and are able to get a good job.
On the first page, you discuss constantly re-living the past, as if it were still taking place today.
I have often had this feeling myself.
One definition of Time is "what keeps everything from happening all at once."
I kind of thought of my entire life as "now," with the past and present just markers on where I am in "now."
I later found that some philosophy, I forget the name of it, teaches "the Eternal Now."
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Post by billd1 on Aug 25, 2016 14:27:51 GMT -5
HUSH, HUSH SWEET CHARLOTTE. I really like the scene where Jewell Mayhew says, who was it that said, "this long disease my life?" It is coming to an end. Maybe two weeks, maybe a month . . . .
All I have now is ruined finery . . . .
I am, what is the saying? Stony broke . . . .
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Post by billd1 on Aug 25, 2016 14:25:09 GMT -5
PS to the last one: If I did have access to Skype, I would consider it, but for the present the answer is No, I can't participate in any Skype calls with you other board members, but for those who can, I think it's great.
For me, maybe some day . . . (as Mark Lindsay concluded one of his songs).
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Post by billd1 on Aug 25, 2016 14:23:41 GMT -5
I would think that getting onto Skype would cost money, wouldn't it?
Some people in the company I work for communicate by Skype, but it is not on the computer that I use to do my work on, and I was told they would not install it on my computer, altho conference phone calls, which I would very much benefit from, in doing my work, are held only on Skype.
I even asked the higher ups if I paid for it myself, could I get Skype installed on my work computer?
They replied NO.
I suppose I am just too low on the totem pole to do skype in my company.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 25, 2016 11:59:54 GMT -5
Slinky is a word that I have always liked, and as I user name for the message board, I also like it.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 25, 2016 11:58:20 GMT -5
I don't hate.
Who was it that sung the son, "I hate hate?"
That would be a good topic for a net search.
Bill Jones, and that is his real name, and since there are more Bill Joneses that you can count, I think it's OK. He has long been deceased, but in his later years, after he moved to Florida, he stopped by for a visit, and he said that above all, that he wished there was no such thing as hate.
And, I say Amen to that, and thru the many years since Bill said that, and the last time I ever saw him, I have made those words a Guiding Light of my life.
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Post by billd1 on Aug 25, 2016 11:49:46 GMT -5
To continue and conclude the Story of Dr. A-
Seeing that Dr. A was not interested in my not being able to grow a beard, I asked him if other doctors would tell me any different.
Well, that was a NO-NO question.
He told me, "yes, there are doctors who will tell you different. There was one man who felt that he was loosing his manhood, and he went to a doctor, or the man said he was a doctor, and they sacrificed a goat, and cut off the goat's testicles, and rubbed them in the man's face."
Dr. A was insulted by my question, so he decided to insult me back.
I certainly did not mean any insult with my question.
I was just so young and socially inexperienced to know how to properly phrase my question.
I should have asked, "could you send me to a specialist?"
After he put me in my place with the insulting goat sacrifice story, he told me he could send me to a specialist hundreds of miles away, who was doing experimental work in endocrinology.
Well, I certainly did not want anyone experimenting with my endocrine system.
I told that to Dr. A., and said, I'd just accept it.
He told me "I wish I had the condition you had," we shook hands, and that was that.
I then left, his office and got back to my business.
It was an EERIE, SPOOKY, SCARY experience that I will never forget.
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