Sammy G
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Fantastic.
I'll contemplate said matter once I'm safely outside the office, I think.
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Fantastic.
I'll contemplate said matter once I'm safely outside the office, I think.
SummerSerenade
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Fantastic.
I'll contemplate said matter once I'm safely outside the office, I think.
Sounds like a good idea.
swampdragon
Bluelighter
Hah, yeah, am not usually one for sending requests either. And nah, you'll get no bitching or gossip from me.. tis easier just to ignore it all.
Oh, lol, fair enough.
Limpet_Chicken
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Clinical bipolar causes the bipolar person to swing from (hypo)manic high states, feeling on top of the earth, to deep, crushing depressive lows. Sometimes bipolar actually presents with psychotic features, even hallucinatory episodes in some people. Hypomania can be productive and if carefully self-checking of awareness of one's thought processes, mindfullness meditation here can end up being usefully turned towards creativity, but true mania, then I've seen a rapid-cycling bipolar subject go psychotic, delusional. It helps to have someone else there who is trusted and can be relied upon to give accurate assessment during such states.
I know this through experience of having a former housemate who was bipolar (bipolar I, with rapid cycling and psychotic depressive tendencies, as well as unfortunately, borderline personality disorder out the wazzoo, (which made her one hell of a sneaky, fucked up, manipulative, thieving, compulsive liar, machiavellian and generally speaking extremely dangerous individual who'm I truly wish I had never met, let alone allowed to end up living with me)
But with the bipolar, her mood, it could go from alright, stable baseline to the deepest abysses of self-loathing depression in a mere augenblick, or likewise into a psychotic, paranoid ideation, mania inc. hallucinations. True bipolar is not just up and down high-low mood, its unstable and can massively impact the poor buggers who have to live with it. Mood stabilizers can be of help in bipolar, in those who can be relied upon to be compliant with med regimens, some are helped by lithium (although this does require regular monitoring of plasma levels, and a recent bioscience/psychiatry journal publication I read seems to suggest antipsychotic agents could possibly cause some extremely serious adverse rxns in combination w/lithium. Lamotrigine did seem to stabilize the nutball housemate I ended up with. But was imperfect as a monotherapy. IMO with the psychotic delirium sort of severe bipolar, esp. rapid cycling an AP if not on Li2CO3 may be an idea. In the bitch from hell housemate, she could be completely fine one moment, then flip her shit either to manic full blown audiovisual hallucinatory delusional psychosis, or to delusional, suicidal depths of depression.
One minute, we were fine, out in the woods on a mushroom foray (I was passing on some of my knowledge of what can be eaten, and what can be used for trippy, as well as my fly agaric lore, and of course, how to differentiate psilocybin mushrooms from potential killer lookalikes (woodlovers, P.cyanescens was the order of the day during the couple of years I cohabited and supported, housed and fed/looked after and out for this parasitic mentalcase BPD bitch from perdition. I don't blame her for her bipolar of course, just the BPD screwed up manipulative, shit, thieving, lying and getting my lab trashed again in vengeance for finally kicking her to the curb when I could take no more, purely out of utter spite, made up lies about what I research, study and use my lab for, fuckup sicked the filth on me after giving her the boot when she finally went way beyond what even my oath of keeping her safe would have tolerated and physically attacked me, trying to force her way into my bedroom demanding her fish be fed NOW when she demanded it, whilst limpet was still getting dressed and barely even out of bed, could feed her pet fish sure, but not whilst my fishing tackle is still dangling in the air at half 6 in the AM. And of course my doing it, no, could only fuck it up, nevermind my long history of keeping various common, and in many cases less common or somewhat exotic critters.
But oh no, she couldn't just wait a minute for me to wake the fuck up and get dressed, stick a bit of music on and wake up, have a smoke etc. Or feed her feckin' aquarium (kept in my room for space reasons) fish myself for her. Bitch burst in with a pair of sai and forced me to defend myself using my ninja-to to block attacks, although I chose not to use my swordsmanship or nunchaku-do skills to actively inflict damage, just to ensure that I would not be myself hurt. Eventually blocked the door to my room, just before this, kicked off w/said fruitcake BPD bipolar/rapid cycling with psychotic ideation at many times, both highs and lows, only for me to get my door forced nevertheless. The whole shitty experience living with and trying my best to help and support her, ended up with my actually having to disarm her of the pair of sai and a katana that she went and attacked me with in full-blown spaz-rage (shes autie, so am I, so I get to use that term between the lodger from hell and I, both spazzes as we are, its fair game from one of us to another)and hold her at swordpoint whilst recovering a revolver for backup, just because this nutcase perdition-spawn fuckweasel bitch queen from hell wouldn't take 'give me a half hour to an hour to get out of bed and wake up, make myself decent' for an answer. She had her room, I had mine to sleep in, although if we both did any downers we did sometimes just crash on the same bed. Not that anything ever happened between us. I respected her privacy, and just wanted the same in return. But that one day, she went totally fucking guano-brained mental, and tried forcing the door whilst I got dressed, all the while whining about my music (she was into very little heavy anything, but I live on a steady diet of industrial, drone/sludge doom/funeral doom and assorted metal, generally heavy stuff that bitch can't stand, the same way I couldn't abide her bloody xtian music shite....thank Cthulhu I managed to at least turn her on to some quality listenable music we could both dig sometimes, got her into opeth at least )
But I do NOT expect, to be woken up by a sai dagger and katana-wielding psycho nutball of a woman on a mental break from consensus reality=selfish zero-patience demanding fuckpot trying to kick my bedroom door in, even damaging my sword's sheath that I'd wedged between the end of a radiator near my bedroom door, at half-6 to 7 in the damn morning just because I want some music of my own tastes on while I put on something other than my b/day suit, a groggy non-morning person does not need to have to get into a swordfight/nunchaku defensive routine, trying my hardest to merely deflect and disarm without causing injury, for some selfish borderline's whim of 'my fish need feeding NOW' gone nuts on a maniacal psychotic bipolar-phase just for the totally unforgivable crime of wanting a moment's solitude, peace and quiet. That was the last straw, pinching a few tenners and 20s once in a great while, if we truly had to, from my old man as a joint enterprise, borrowing it (I'd repay it, although the lodger was dependent on my limited income, I did give her an allowance to use as she saw fit, for food, essentials, and treats when we could save and afford something in the way of a luxury item of whatever kind, we often were reduced to my borrowing money from my old man just to be able to have a meal each a day at the toughest times, plus whatever my wildcrafting knowhow woods-lore and in particular, the long-honed, and long-studied knowledge of edible fungi helped keep us going.
This particular little serpent in the nest proved to be a poisonous little viper for sure, despite my supporting all her food and medical needs being met, got her registered with my local doc, fed her, looked out for her, saved her bloody life even a fair few times after her bipolar suicide attempts on her depressive phases, asked little if anything in return, Certainly never tried to take sexual advantage of her position as essentially dependent upon my oath of protection from what I got told (and observed, via hidden bluetooth device, domestic abuse, physical violence, although I wouldn't hesitate to judge anything she had ever said or shown over that route as a possible or even likely put-on act as part of her family's (near certain) fedup-ness of their squirrely daughter dearest's two-faced, magpie-esque stickyfingered, bullshit artist BPD nutball personality in order to sucker a willing friend, then unaware of course of her true nature. Helped her out in every possible way, even introducing her to some experiences she may never have had the chance to have otherwise, in terms of psychedelic and cannabinoid space-cakes (couldn't smoke weed or inhale vaporized compounds due to bad asthma, so we cooked our brownies, shared the mushroom harvests, taught her my knowledge of woods-lore and general herbcrafty ways, free food, free medical support via the NHS, which she would have been of an age to have just been close to losing, or have lost already insurance cover in the US.
Spat it all back in my face, the fucking untermenschen tier. But BPD aside, I did get a close up longterm chance to observe a fullblown bipolar patient, with both manic and depressive, psychotic features in some state-swiches, of the rapidly cycling type.
Did seem to genuinely unhinge and leave her utterly terrified at times, seeing threatening creatures coming through the walls, waiting to attack.
Borderlines are fucking vermin if ye ask me, bad news through and through, and sneaky, malicious, Machiavellian manipulative bastards of the very worst kind. Dangerous vermin though, this bitch has to be one of, if not THE most dangerous person I have ever known.
I know this through experience of having a former housemate who was bipolar (bipolar I, with rapid cycling and psychotic depressive tendencies, as well as unfortunately, borderline personality disorder out the wazzoo, (which made her one hell of a sneaky, fucked up, manipulative, thieving, compulsive liar, machiavellian and generally speaking extremely dangerous individual who'm I truly wish I had never met, let alone allowed to end up living with me)
But with the bipolar, her mood, it could go from alright, stable baseline to the deepest abysses of self-loathing depression in a mere augenblick, or likewise into a psychotic, paranoid ideation, mania inc. hallucinations. True bipolar is not just up and down high-low mood, its unstable and can massively impact the poor buggers who have to live with it. Mood stabilizers can be of help in bipolar, in those who can be relied upon to be compliant with med regimens, some are helped by lithium (although this does require regular monitoring of plasma levels, and a recent bioscience/psychiatry journal publication I read seems to suggest antipsychotic agents could possibly cause some extremely serious adverse rxns in combination w/lithium. Lamotrigine did seem to stabilize the nutball housemate I ended up with. But was imperfect as a monotherapy. IMO with the psychotic delirium sort of severe bipolar, esp. rapid cycling an AP if not on Li2CO3 may be an idea. In the bitch from hell housemate, she could be completely fine one moment, then flip her shit either to manic full blown audiovisual hallucinatory delusional psychosis, or to delusional, suicidal depths of depression.
One minute, we were fine, out in the woods on a mushroom foray (I was passing on some of my knowledge of what can be eaten, and what can be used for trippy, as well as my fly agaric lore, and of course, how to differentiate psilocybin mushrooms from potential killer lookalikes (woodlovers, P.cyanescens was the order of the day during the couple of years I cohabited and supported, housed and fed/looked after and out for this parasitic mentalcase BPD bitch from perdition. I don't blame her for her bipolar of course, just the BPD screwed up manipulative, shit, thieving, lying and getting my lab trashed again in vengeance for finally kicking her to the curb when I could take no more, purely out of utter spite, made up lies about what I research, study and use my lab for, fuckup sicked the filth on me after giving her the boot when she finally went way beyond what even my oath of keeping her safe would have tolerated and physically attacked me, trying to force her way into my bedroom demanding her fish be fed NOW when she demanded it, whilst limpet was still getting dressed and barely even out of bed, could feed her pet fish sure, but not whilst my fishing tackle is still dangling in the air at half 6 in the AM. And of course my doing it, no, could only fuck it up, nevermind my long history of keeping various common, and in many cases less common or somewhat exotic critters.
But oh no, she couldn't just wait a minute for me to wake the fuck up and get dressed, stick a bit of music on and wake up, have a smoke etc. Or feed her feckin' aquarium (kept in my room for space reasons) fish myself for her. Bitch burst in with a pair of sai and forced me to defend myself using my ninja-to to block attacks, although I chose not to use my swordsmanship or nunchaku-do skills to actively inflict damage, just to ensure that I would not be myself hurt. Eventually blocked the door to my room, just before this, kicked off w/said fruitcake BPD bipolar/rapid cycling with psychotic ideation at many times, both highs and lows, only for me to get my door forced nevertheless. The whole shitty experience living with and trying my best to help and support her, ended up with my actually having to disarm her of the pair of sai and a katana that she went and attacked me with in full-blown spaz-rage (shes autie, so am I, so I get to use that term between the lodger from hell and I, both spazzes as we are, its fair game from one of us to another
)and hold her at swordpoint whilst recovering a revolver for backup, just because this nutcase perdition-spawn fuckweasel bitch queen from hell wouldn't take 'give me a half hour to an hour to get out of bed and wake up, make myself decent' for an answer. She had her room, I had mine to sleep in, although if we both did any downers we did sometimes just crash on the same bed. Not that anything ever happened between us. I respected her privacy, and just wanted the same in return. But that one day, she went totally fucking guano-brained mental, and tried forcing the door whilst I got dressed, all the while whining about my music (she was into very little heavy anything, but I live on a steady diet of industrial, drone/sludge doom/funeral doom and assorted metal, generally heavy stuff that bitch can't stand, the same way I couldn't abide her bloody xtian music shite....thank Cthulhu I managed to at least turn her on to some quality listenable music we could both dig sometimes, got her into opeth at least )But I do NOT expect, to be woken up by a sai dagger and katana-wielding psycho nutball of a woman on a mental break from consensus reality=selfish zero-patience demanding fuckpot trying to kick my bedroom door in, even damaging my sword's sheath that I'd wedged between the end of a radiator near my bedroom door, at half-6 to 7 in the damn morning just because I want some music of my own tastes on while I put on something other than my b/day suit, a groggy non-morning person does not need to have to get into a swordfight/nunchaku defensive routine, trying my hardest to merely deflect and disarm without causing injury, for some selfish borderline's whim of 'my fish need feeding NOW' gone nuts on a maniacal psychotic bipolar-phase just for the totally unforgivable crime of wanting a moment's solitude, peace and quiet. That was the last straw, pinching a few tenners and 20s once in a great while, if we truly had to, from my old man as a joint enterprise, borrowing it (I'd repay it, although the lodger was dependent on my limited income, I did give her an allowance to use as she saw fit, for food, essentials, and treats when we could save and afford something in the way of a luxury item of whatever kind, we often were reduced to my borrowing money from my old man just to be able to have a meal each a day at the toughest times, plus whatever my wildcrafting knowhow woods-lore and in particular, the long-honed, and long-studied knowledge of edible fungi helped keep us going.
This particular little serpent in the nest proved to be a poisonous little viper for sure, despite my supporting all her food and medical needs being met, got her registered with my local doc, fed her, looked out for her, saved her bloody life even a fair few times after her bipolar suicide attempts on her depressive phases, asked little if anything in return, Certainly never tried to take sexual advantage of her position as essentially dependent upon my oath of protection from what I got told (and observed, via hidden bluetooth device, domestic abuse, physical violence, although I wouldn't hesitate to judge anything she had ever said or shown over that route as a possible or even likely put-on act as part of her family's (near certain) fedup-ness of their squirrely daughter dearest's two-faced, magpie-esque stickyfingered, bullshit artist BPD nutball personality in order to sucker a willing friend, then unaware of course of her true nature. Helped her out in every possible way, even introducing her to some experiences she may never have had the chance to have otherwise, in terms of psychedelic and cannabinoid space-cakes (couldn't smoke weed or inhale vaporized compounds due to bad asthma, so we cooked our brownies, shared the mushroom harvests, taught her my knowledge of woods-lore and general herbcrafty ways, free food, free medical support via the NHS, which she would have been of an age to have just been close to losing, or have lost already insurance cover in the US.
Spat it all back in my face, the fucking untermenschen tier. But BPD aside, I did get a close up longterm chance to observe a fullblown bipolar patient, with both manic and depressive, psychotic features in some state-swiches, of the rapidly cycling type.
Did seem to genuinely unhinge and leave her utterly terrified at times, seeing threatening creatures coming through the walls, waiting to attack.
Borderlines are fucking vermin if ye ask me, bad news through and through, and sneaky, malicious, Machiavellian manipulative bastards of the very worst kind. Dangerous vermin though, this bitch has to be one of, if not THE most dangerous person I have ever known.
Inflorescence
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Go to bed inflo!
And I miss the old days when it was just Evey annoying me. Forum's gone to shit.
What you suggesting...am I not causing enough drama I used to think you were a really nice person but if it's like that...fuck you....you are on ignore. Goodbye.
OOOOh she's been a bitch tonight..let's have a kiki xxINFLO
swampdragon
Bluelighter
Tehehehe, I you guys. Even if I am on ignore now.
Ooo, totally need to listen to that Scissor Sisters track now.
you guys. Even if I am on ignore now. Ooo, totally need to listen to that Scissor Sisters track now.
Inflorescence
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Fuck you too you blunt judgmental man. And I thought you were my Bruva and favourite wearer of hats. Right you are on ignore too.
I am off to have a JD.
I really am tired and being a bit of a cunt now so I am off....may join the 5th beatle for phet o clock and a snifter of jd sod it.
Inflo selector
Fuck you too you blunt judgmental man. And I thought you were my Bruva and favourite wearer of hats. Right you are on ignore too.
I am off to have a JD.
I really am tired and being a bit of a cunt now so I am off....may join the 5th beatle for phet o clock and a snifter of jd sod it.
Inflo selector
Is this some kind of role play ?, I havent got the hang of being me as yet so count me out
Inflorescence
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Oh trust me I am certainly not me today. I am more tired than I have ever been in my life..he has just come home after working rotas of 6 on 1 off..he is exhausted. Within ten minutes he has stomped in done a heroic line of phet chugalugged 1/4 bottle of JD and is now in man cave playing fuck knows what thrash metal..think I better go and give liplock and intervene...I am going in wish me luck.
pea esss Swampy..here ye go love and I expect you to perform the full dance moves when next I spy you.
Scissor Sisters - Let's Have A Kiki - Instructional Video
pea esss Swampy..here ye go love and I expect you to perform the full dance moves when next I spy you.
Scissor Sisters - Let's Have A Kiki - Instructional Video
ColtDan
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Fuck you too you blunt judgmental man. And I thought you were my Bruva and favourite wearer of hats. Right you are on ignore too.
I am off to have a JD.
I really am tired and being a bit of a cunt now so I am off....may join the 5th beatle for phet o clock and a snifter of jd sod it.
Inflo selector
Ha ;p and you admire my blunt judgmental-ness.. and tings. maybe. bruvva. x
swampdragon
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lol, now there's a challenge. Shall get working on that, then.
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swampdragon
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Tis a tune, Dandan. Bit fast for hooping to though. Going back to Tool now, methinks.
Limpet_Chicken
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But I did get a damn good observation of the effects of actual clinical bipolar in its rapid-cycling incarnation with psychotic tendencies.
misplaced energy
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Sounds epic. You may have just conquered my fear.Tis cool %)
You gotta swallow a whole lotta acid for full on hallucinations, ive never achived it.. hard to explain if youve never seen it, everything you look at pulses, within those pulses everything swirling around, lovely body high, really nice at higher doses
Starting dose... its a bit subjective aint it, if I could speak to myself before pre-acid id of told me to man the fuck up and take twice as much.. Seriously under dosing can lead to more anxiety than going full force.. if you know your drugs id say 150-200ug the HR aspect amd all that probably says no thats stupid but... hey... tis my insignificance of an opinion on the Internet..
Anyways... DOOO IIIIITTTTTTT
I'm sat in bored knowing my friend has gone to buy an eighth of meph and I'm very close to thinking Fuck it and joining her. I ain't got work all week but she's not answered the phone so I'm taking it as a sign that it's a bad idea.
misplaced energy
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Agreed completely
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misplaced energy
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I need some Monday night madness in my life.
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