My broken leg is a [color=red]real problem. [/color] I am used to things going wrong and doing something to make it go away. This leg problem just keeps hurting. I hate people who complain all the time and that is what I am becoming. I can't seem to stop and it is moving into other areas of my life. My leg hurts so my kids are louder at school. My leg hurts so my husband gripes at me more. My leg hurts so everybody is bad to me. I know. I know. It's not true but it sure seems that way. I am going to try taking more pain medication to see if that helps. I am sure everybody else will appreciate that.

Depression Stinks

Depression stinks whether it is mine or someone else's. I still have to put up with it. My grandson is depressed. He picks and chooses what he wants to eat. He is tired all the time. He doesn't want to do anything. We make sure he takes his medication, goes to a doctor and a therapist but still he is depressed. He says his medication is not working. Maybe it is not but if that was what is going on then the prosac should be the one to replace and not the Seroquel. The therapist says he may be bipolar but that is still going to require medication with other side effects. I just looked it up and the Seroquil treats bipolar so his talking about it not working isn't going to get rid of it. I can hear you saying so what?
Can you even imagine what it is like to have someone you love hurting and you know it and the person won't see it. I see this really neat kid - when he is doing well - being tired and irritated about everything and he won't acknowledge that he is anything but tired. I will talk to the therapist this week. That is all that I can do. What else is there?
Oh, yes, he has also decided that he is a vegetarian. He is eating but who knows if he is getting enough nurishment. I think the reason he is doing this is because it is something that will get to his grandfather. Then we can be the bad guys. I don't want to be the bad guy. I want to be the great grandmother. I just want to love him and be proud of him. Why can't he let me do that?
I guess I am saying that I am hurting here and there is nothing that I can do about it.

Not so good at this

Help. I know how to make a post and I know how to read the blogs of ones that I am following but I can't figure out some other things. How can I comment on what you blog? How can I read the actual posts on Flicker? I'm just not sure how to be an effective blogger. I guess you could say that I feel ineffective in this format that is very new to me.
Anyway, today my leg hurts. I broke it and it just kind of nags at me all day and really hurts by evening. I will live with it but I don't have to like it.

Why can't I blog?

I'm not so good at this but I need to write blogs. My grandson got me into this because he likes to blog and I guess he would be right if I did it. I am always on the computer teaching classes or playing or working on my lessons. My grandson got a little bitty computer and he has been on it. Got to go to work. Bye

The beginning

Today is the first day that I will blog. Since I have such an addictive personality, I feel sorry for anyone who reads this blog. My grandson is sitting here telling me that you will never come back and if you don't - well, goodbye. If you do come back, I promise to amaze and bore you all at the same time. I am one of those unique people who thinks everything in life is worth doing. I see everything in bright colors and sharp tones.
I am a wife (38 years - yes, we can talk about that), mother (3 grown children and one teenager), and teacher (special education and college online.) I am opinionated about almost everything. Let's talk about it - whatever it is.