Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

[Ne/Neva Eva]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Murphyx;1158632 wrote:

Do you mean that article or the story it referred back to?
Are we putting each and every news story on there? If so, I think there're a bunch of others I've seen that I could dig out.

I don't think it's a bad idea to put each and every article on there, do you? I hadn't seen that one and wished I had.

I'm not talking about the conjecture related to the poor woman's death. oy.

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Ne/Neva Eva;1158760 wrote: Oy! Sorry to make light of the BP thing. I was actually referring to the fact that, in general, Murphy's avatars raise my blood pressure. Really, they just raise my goat. Or get my ire. Or annoy me. They are Neva Eva amusing, I have to say, for the official record.

His morning is a full 6 hours before mine. So when I wake and check in here, and notice his av, (not that I ever check here first thing) I am greeted with yet another appallingly inappropriate slanderous, libelous abomination.

Well, you're gonna love this one then. :H

[missyabby1]

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Yay Murph, well done! Can't still say that I like you and I don't , never in a million years....but your pathology is well understood. Maybe sobriety may sort the rest out...but once again, well done. Will get there one day and hopefully without the avators!

I love the people in the GD section of this site. They struggle and talk to each other and support each other non stop. I spend more of my time there now. They don't have suggestive avators, they don't have humorous quips (sometimes they do) but they just seem more human.

Once again, my boy, well done on your sobriety and really hope you pass it on in the real world.....whatever that means to you.

Missy

[Ne/Neva Eva]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Murphyx;1158848 wrote: Well, you're gonna love this one then. :H

If that's getting in touch with your feminine side, Murph, you've got some work to do!

I'm waiting for squabs atm. I think the gestation is very short.

Also, the Goose is misbehaving when Ed and I walk her together. He sees her actions as dog-like, and insists that I am expecting too much from her when I walk her off leash. I see him as a bad influence on her. When it's just the two of us, Goosy-Girl and me, she's in tune with my very thought.
Is my husband coming in between me and my dog? That would be a problem. And not for the dog.

[redhead77]

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Hey Ne. Green tea has about a third of the caffeine of coffee. You could drink three of them, or six if your a two cup a day girl.:H You know, I read somewhere (don't ask me where, I read a lot of interesting and useless crap), that the low rates of lung cancer in Japanese male smokers, may be attributed to the enormous amount of green tea they drink. I believe I read, the benefit is greatest after 5 cups a day.

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Ne/Neva Eva;1159103 wrote: If that's getting in touch with your feminine side, Murph, you've got some work to do!Nah, I'm not interested in that. I just give my feminine side a slap on the arse and tell her not to worry her pretty little head about men's business.

redhead77;1159109 wrote: Hey Ne. Green tea has about a third of the caffeine of coffee. You could drink three of them, or six if your a two cup a day girl.:H You know, I read somewhere (don't ask me where, I read a lot of interesting and useless crap), that the low rates of lung cancer in Japanese male smokers, may be attributed to the enormous amount of green tea they drink. I believe I read, the benefit is greatest after 5 cups a day.

Green tea is also meant to aid weight loss. I've tried it but it tastes like arse. I should imagine. I've not actually tasted arse...well not whilst sober anyway.

Reggie;1159188 wrote: a song in lite of the current economic melt down

Cheers Reg, me likey!

[missyabby1]

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Gulp ! Where is Tim Winton in all of this.........hey Reggie? Are you so enamoured with West Wing or something ? My hero in all of this is not some American idiot or some British idiot. When you first came here u showed a picture of aboriginal kids, I thought they were your kids? I was so hopeful that you were someone I could talk to.

I worked with indigenous people for over 20 yrs. The absolute abuse of these people. I actually got involved with them Reggie. For better or worse! Would go back there at the drop of a hat.

Met a drunk,,,,,,,,,,,always was open to taking that option, past and present, but geez mate, i loved my job and now I have this guy standing behind me calling me a useless bitch.

Yee hah. Woo Hoo and all that.

Missy xx

[SlipperyPete]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

Murph I was watching Top Gear and the test driver was playing bagpipe music in the car...I knew that's what you Limeys listen to!

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

You're just fixated with the pipers because they wear skirts.

A fascination with transvestitism, a love of soccer (girly kick-ball) and aggressive anti-female rap music, what does that all add up to?




:H

[SlipperyPete]

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During the days when Native Americans were being forcibly and systematically removed from their ancestral lands, a small band of Cherokee had managed to elude the U.S. cavalry by using secret refuges in the Appalachian mountains. The only advantages they had were a particularly brutal winter that made navigating the mountains impossible for anyone without an intimate knowledge of them, and the brilliant leadership of their cunning war chief, Black Wolf.

Now Black Wolf was getting on in years, and he had never married or had any offspring. He knew the time was coming for him to name a successor, and his intended candidate was his nephew: Falling Rocks, so called because of the way he would fall on the enemy with the fury of a rock slide. However, the other members of the tribe would think that he favored Falling Rocks due to his kinship, rather than merit. Some in the tribe would rather he name another brave, Tall Bear, to be the new war chief. Tall Bear was perhaps the mightiest warrior in the tribe, but he was brash and impulsive-- he had no mind for strategy, and won his battles on brute force alone. Falling Rocks, however, was a tactician and leader. He knew when to fight, when to flee, and when to try diplomacy. Black Wolf knew that the future of his tribe depended on more than merely being a skilled warrior.

To reconcile the two sides, Black Wolf announced that the new war chief would be decided by a test, and invited all who were interested to participate. Seven braves met him atop a rocky peak, just as the spring thaw began to open the mountain routes.

"This is a test to determine who shall be the new war chief," Black Wolf addressed the assembled warriors, "You will walk in the direction of the setting sun, and return. Whoever travels the farthest shall be my successor. This test has no end-- only you can decide when you have traveled far enough."

The braves pack their belongings and depart the camp that evening, with Tall Bear and Falling Rocks racing to be the first through the pass. Despite being rivals, there was no animosity between them. They had fought alongside each other many times, and each felt that the other pushed him to his fullest potential.

After a few days, one of the braves returned. "I saw a great village of the whites, with more people than I ever knew lived on this world. It was heavily patrolled by soldiers and I felt I could go no further."

A few weeks pass, and another brave returns to the camp. "I visited vast lakes so large I thought they were part of the ocean, but the water was fresh, not salty. I encountered a great thunderous waterfall of tremendous power. At this point, I felt I could go no further."

A month passes, and the third brave makes his way back. "I saw a mighty river, larger than any I had seen before. I could find no way to cross its muddy waters, and was forced to turn back."

Another month passes until another brave returns from his quest. "I made it to vast plains, with no trees in sight. Mighty horned beasts grazed in herds beyond counting. Their hooves shook the ground like thunder. I dared not risk being lost to the anger of these creatures, and had to turn back.

Months pass, and the fifth brave returns to the tribe. "On my travels I discovered another range of mountains. Unlike ours, these were sharp and jagged, piercing the sky with their height. I thought that this must be the backbone of the world, but I could find no way to cross them, and could go no further.

Still, neither Falling Rocks nor Tall Bear had returned, and the tribe had been severely weakened without them. They could not access their hunting grounds, which were now overrun with whites, and winter was once again threatening to seize the mountains in ice. The elders of the tribe were pressuring Black Wolf to name his successor now, because they could not survive waiting around for anyone else to return. Black Wolf held out for as long as he could, every day sitting on the peak where he had issued his challenge, watching the pass for the return of his nephew. Finally, the rest of the tribe had had enough, and demanded that he name the brave who most recently returned as war chief. Just then, a lone figure staggered through the mountain pass, wrapped in buffalo skins and holding some sort of strange shell. It was Tall Bear.

"I walked until I encountered another ocean. It was similar to ours, but I could tell it was also quite different. The life that inhabits it was unlike what we catch in our waters. However, I could find no way to go any further."

Black Wolf knew that he couldn't wait for Falling Rocks any longer, and named Tall Bear the new war chief, but every day he would go to the peak and watch the pass for his nephew. Eventually the cold winter air struck him with an illness that he knew he would not survive. Calling Tall Bear and the other braves to him, he told them that he still knew in his heart that Falling Rocks was still alive, and it was his dying wish to have the tribe always keep vigil for when he returns. Tall Bear and the other braves swore to never stop waiting for their brother in battle.



And that's why, to this day, when traveling in those mountains, you can still see signs that say "Watch for Falling Rocks"

[SlipperyPete]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

During the days when Native Americans were being forcibly and systematically removed from their ancestral lands, a small band of Cherokee had managed to elude the U.S. cavalry by using secret refuges in the Appalachian mountains. The only advantages they had were a particularly brutal winter that made navigating the mountains impossible for anyone without an intimate knowledge of them, and the brilliant leadership of their cunning war chief, Black Wolf.

Now Black Wolf was getting on in years, and he had never married or had any offspring. He knew the time was coming for him to name a successor, and his intended candidate was his nephew: Falling Rocks, so called because of the way he would fall on the enemy with the fury of a rock slide. However, the other members of the tribe would think that he favored Falling Rocks due to his kinship, rather than merit. Some in the tribe would rather he name another brave, Tall Bear, to be the new war chief. Tall Bear was perhaps the mightiest warrior in the tribe, but he was brash and impulsive-- he had no mind for strategy, and won his battles on brute force alone. Falling Rocks, however, was a tactician and leader. He knew when to fight, when to flee, and when to try diplomacy. Black Wolf knew that the future of his tribe depended on more than merely being a skilled warrior.

To reconcile the two sides, Black Wolf announced that the new war chief would be decided by a test, and invited all who were interested to participate. Seven braves met him atop a rocky peak, just as the spring thaw began to open the mountain routes.

"This is a test to determine who shall be the new war chief," Black Wolf addressed the assembled warriors, "You will walk in the direction of the setting sun, and return. Whoever travels the farthest shall be my successor. This test has no end-- only you can decide when you have traveled far enough."

The braves pack their belongings and depart the camp that evening, with Tall Bear and Falling Rocks racing to be the first through the pass. Despite being rivals, there was no animosity between them. They had fought alongside each other many times, and each felt that the other pushed him to his fullest potential.

After a few days, one of the braves returned. "I saw a great village of the whites, with more people than I ever knew lived on this world. It was heavily patrolled by soldiers and I felt I could go no further."

A few weeks pass, and another brave returns to the camp. "I visited vast lakes so large I thought they were part of the ocean, but the water was fresh, not salty. I encountered a great thunderous waterfall of tremendous power. At this point, I felt I could go no further."

A month passes, and the third brave makes his way back. "I saw a mighty river, larger than any I had seen before. I could find no way to cross its muddy waters, and was forced to turn back."

Another month passes until another brave returns from his quest. "I made it to vast plains, with no trees in sight. Mighty horned beasts grazed in herds beyond counting. Their hooves shook the ground like thunder. I dared not risk being lost to the anger of these creatures, and had to turn back.

Months pass, and the fifth brave returns to the tribe. "On my travels I discovered another range of mountains. Unlike ours, these were sharp and jagged, piercing the sky with their height. I thought that this must be the backbone of the world, but I could find no way to cross them, and could go no further.

Still, neither Falling Rocks nor Tall Bear had returned, and the tribe had been severely weakened without them. They could not access their hunting grounds, which were now overrun with whites, and winter was once again threatening to seize the mountains in ice. The elders of the tribe were pressuring Black Wolf to name his successor now, because they could not survive waiting around for anyone else to return. Black Wolf held out for as long as he could, every day sitting on the peak where he had issued his challenge, watching the pass for the return of his nephew. Finally, the rest of the tribe had had enough, and demanded that he name the brave who most recently returned as war chief. Just then, a lone figure staggered through the mountain pass, wrapped in buffalo skins and holding some sort of strange shell. It was Tall Bear.

"I walked until I encountered another ocean. It was similar to ours, but I could tell it was also quite different. The life that inhabits it was unlike what we catch in our waters. However, I could find no way to go any further."

Black Wolf knew that he couldn't wait for Falling Rocks any longer, and named Tall Bear the new war chief, but every day he would go to the peak and watch the pass for his nephew. Eventually the cold winter air struck him with an illness that he knew he would not survive. Calling Tall Bear and the other braves to him, he told them that he still knew in his heart that Falling Rocks was still alive, and it was his dying wish to have the tribe always keep vigil for when he returns. Tall Bear and the other braves swore to never stop waiting for their brother in battle. And that's why, to this day, when traveling in those mountains, you can still see signs that say "Watch for Falling Rocks" And no, you can't have the last 10 minutes of your life back.

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

SlipperyPete;1160113 wrote: And no, you can't have the last 10 minutes of your life back.

Pete, now you owe me.

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

I've been getting hassled by one of the 'wimmin' in my life to go see a doctor and get myself checked out: "You're taking loads of drugs without prescriptions, you spent a quarter of a century drunk, you're getting old, you're over-weight, I just enjoy annoying you and as I've got this opportunity I'm going to make the most of it and keep on and on until you do as I say, blah, blah, blah, blahhhhhh".

So, for the sake of a quiet life, I went to the quack's today. Had an appointment with a nurse for a B.P. Check. It turns out my home monitor is woefully uncallibrated and B.P. Is wayyyy higher than I'd thought. That being the case, when I measured it a few months ago at 185/95 it was probably much higher. Yikes!

The last time I'd been to see the doctors was in 2004 and I only went then because 'her in doors' forced me to, because dizziness plus pains in my left arm suggested I was in imminent danger of popping my clogs. It actually turned out to be nothing more than an elbow injury and a vertiginous virus, so was a wasted visit. I don't like medicos, they're nosey bastards and very judgemental, but on this occasion I thought it best to fill the nurse in on my present situation. She didn't baulk when I told her how much I had previously been drinking, was pleased with the weight I'd lost and impressed I'd managed to quit the drink, but when I told her how I'd managed it and how much baclofen I'd been on, I thought she was going to shit herself. When she recovered enough to speak, she managed to ask whether my muscles hadn't gone all floppy. I considered offering to show her just how firm one of my muscles could get but decided against it on the grounds of decency, which of course my entire existence is based upon.:H

I suggested, considering my previous and present situations, liver and kidney checks mightn't be in order. She agreed and also concluded she ought to send blood off for various other checks and ended up half draining me in order to fill the numerous vials that sat on her desk.

So my medical records now state that I'm an alkie and take enormous amounts of a dangerous drug; bang goes my life insurance. Ho hum! Just as well I didn't tell her about the numerous other meds I self-prescribe with, otherwise she may have tried to have me sectioned.

[beatle]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

what about the results of the tests?

[Murphyx]

Murph’s Baclofen (or should that be BacloFUN) diary

beatle;1160192 wrote: what about the results of the tests?

I have to call them a week tomorrow. But apparently the doc may call me...if the results are really bad. :H