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    #61
    Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

    turboscottomatic;1139202 wrote: Not to be a stickler, but Murph mentioned 'rim(job)' and 'licked' in the same sentence, not I. My sentence was 'You know you liked it.' Whoa there cowboy. You mentioned having your ?ass licked by the biggest guy in town? and then I think you went on about being into hairy bikers, but I can?t find the quote so I expect you must have edited that bit out.

    turboscottomatic;1139205 wrote: IT HAS GONE AWAY!!!Woohoo, that's a relief. Err, you know what I mean.

    turboscottomatic;1139205 wrote:
    THAT'S RIGHT! I gotz the neighbors complaining about the joyful noise again. Woo woo!
    What noise is that? Motorbike engines at all hours? :H

    LadyLush;1139246 wrote:
    Damn,

    It was Tea-baggin!
    A truly traumatic experience and you joke about it?

    The unexamined life is not worth living

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      #62
      Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

      Murph,

      Cowboys and motorcycle guys come from TEXAS not New York City! Have you ever seen the hot sauce commercials? REAL hot sauce comes from Texas and not New York City!
      REAL basketball comes from Texas, Real baseball comes from Texas (unless you are from PA.) Real football comes from Texas (well, it will again:-) Anyway "cowboy" pictures can be made at any state fair for what it matters. And cowboys ride horses!

      Anthony Weiner come from New york! We have George bush Jr....
      OOPS, nuff said!:H

      LL:l
      The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.

      *Don't look where you fall, look why you slipped*

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        #63
        Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

        Insomnia....sort of?

        Hi Ev'rbody,

        So I've noticed that I'm not sleeping much since I started bac. Anyone else have such a thing? The funny part is - I don't think of it as insomnia exactly.....I just seem to need less sleep.

        I normally get a bit less than I should, just because life/work/relationships/life/work/relationships/etc, intrude upon my time. Maybe 6 hours a night. As I go up on bac (150/day at the moment), it is becoming more like 4 hours a night. But I don't feel deprived or beaten up during the day. Or feel like I can't sleep. I would think of that as insomnia. I feel fine. That's the funny thing. I feel like I just don't need as much sleep.

        4 hours of sleep previous to The Journey of Bac would have left me feeling like shit all day long. Just an observation, not really bitching.

        T

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          #64
          Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

          I got that too. I love it. It's the one SE that hasn't gone away so far, and long may it continue. I think at one point I was getting about 2 hours sleep a night and still functioning normally. I kept waiting for a crash, but it never came.

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            #65
            Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

            Woodchucks

            So, I'm feeling sorry for myself today - no particular reason, just that part of the cycle. I run in cycles, BTW, on/off, high/low, chatty/shutdown, etc.

            At the moment it appears: off, low, chatty. A rare combination for me...

            I have been feeling sorry for myself, crying and whining in my beer, alone with no one to perform a forced extraction. (the future) Mrs. Turbo being out of town in New Orleans - probably flashing her tits and getting thrown some beads from the sound of it. Good for her. They're nice tits. My problems this, my problems that:



            I am estranged from my brother, and my sister.

            I have had no 'leg up;' having had to achieve whatever I have achieved on my own willfulness and stubbornness.

            I have spent the best years of my life studying in a university library to try to get somewhere, while (I suspect!) other people were having a bunch of fun.

            I am never going to succeed the way I deserve because of some serious missteps I made along the way, due to a combo platter of addiction and bipolar disorder and bad genetics and coming from a dirt poor, ignorant, uninformed upbringing which never allowed me to believe things could be good for me one day (sorry Mom).

            And so on.



            I, I, I; me, me, me; sad, sad, sad.



            Had a little shot at noon in spite of knowing it was not in my best interest.

            Then I looked out my back window to the back yard and saw one of my woodchucks.

            For the uninitiated, woodchucks are the same as groundhogs. I didn't know them until I moved to Upstate NY. They are fat rodents (technically), low to the ground, about as big as a dachshund dog or a big farm cat but a lot fatter and lower to the ground. They look like great big, fat puppies. It's easy to hate a rat but LOVE a woodchuck, even though they are both technically rodents. They come out of their burrows and waddle around on the grass, selectively taking only the best parts of the salad. They are very particular in their grazing, but I have yet to figure out what exactly they covet and what they bypass.

            I have a couple of families of woodchucks that live in the backyard, I'm guessing 6 or 8 total. They have burrows that they run into, way at the back of the yard, whenever they decide they need a safe haven. It feels like I have a yard full of no-maintenance pets.

            To my eye, they don't have much to 'safe haven' themselves away from. They live in a relatively protected backyard without any hawks or wolves or German shepherds prowling around looking for lunch. But they will startle and freeze at any little noise, then rush to the burrow when anything seems a little uncertain. Always seemed a little silly to me. What's to be so afraid of?

            But after I saw my little no-maintenance friend, I wondered about all that fuss and looked up on the www: How long do woodchucks live?

            Answer:
            In the wild, groundhogs can live up to six years, with two or three being average. (wikipedia).

            That helped me from my funk and gave me a little perspective. My fat little puppy dog will likely be killed by something in the next year or so. Makes my problems look a bit trivial, don't you think?

            So I am being injected/infected with a little gratitude and a little perspective via my no-maintenance woodchuck out back. I named him Fred. Actually, I guess I named them all Fred. Whenever I see one, I think, "There's Fred," though they are different sizes and obviously different woodchucks. They are all Fred and they will all be gone to Woodchuck Heaven within a year or two. And I guess my lot in life could be worse. I've reached nearly a half-century, I have a life that some would envy (and a few would disdain), I have people who love me, and I've lived the equivalent of about 15 generations of my fat little woodchuck buddies. And I sometimes create problems for myself and I sometimes make them go away. The ratio of the one to the other is what is ultimately the best, most important gauge I can lay upon myself to take the measure of the man: Is the ratio of the problems I cause for myself vs. the problems I cause to go away, increasing? Or is it decreasing? Fred has a lot to fear. Me? Not so much as I think. I need to know that I am the great manufacturer of my fear and pain. Fred's life is laid out for him and he has a couple of fearful years to be in it. I get to create my own, and it may be long and fruitful, to the extent that I am fearless in the creating and the living.
            :h

            T

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              #66
              Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

              omg. the av.
              I love groundhogs. There are some on the other side of the fence at the pool I used to go to. They come up like prairie dogs and watch. Without the annoying noise and scurrying thing. loooooove them. Fred's a good name.

              And yes, and whatever, and a resounding yes, again, to the rest. But you knew that. Still glad you posted it.

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                #67
                Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

                Rockin the Manotard

                Yea, verily, Ne:

                The avatar is me, from back in the day, on my way to the pool you used to go to. I saw you looking my way as I watched you from the other side of the fence. I thought you liked the way I was rockin my manotard. Now I see that you mistook me for a woodchuck. I need a waxing.

                T

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                  #68
                  Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

                  Don't feel bad Turbo!! (I know easier said than done right??). Just wanted to say we are all rooting for you. You're headed in the right direction since you are working with your doc, taking bac and posting on here! We all enjoy your thread. Hope you perk up soon! Let's make this a great week!

                  :l

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                    #69
                    Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

                    Scott - you can't talk about woodchucks for that long without me throwing this in:

                    Chuck Norris' girlfriend once asked him how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. He then shouted, "HOW DARE YOU RHYME IN THE PRESENCE OF CHUCK NORRIS!" and ripped out her throat. Holding his girlfriend's bloody throat in his hand he bellowed, "Don't **** with Chuck!" Two years and five months later he realized the irony of this statement and laughed so hard that anyone within a hundred mile radius of the blast went deaf.

                    Yes, that is my contribution to this thread
                    Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.
                    George Santayana

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                      #70
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                      And, yes, I get the insomnia SE too. Not necessarily can't get to sleep but wake up A LOT earlier and, when I'm awakened, it's not too easy to go right back to sleep like I used to. Like Bleep, I don't mind it. I am a lot more productive and longer days. Though, unlike Bleep, I crash a bit. One or two nights in a row, not much sleep but then longer the next night. Feels good actually. I hope it's not too bothersome for you.

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                        #71
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                        Health&Happiness;1145140 wrote: Don't feel bad Turbo!! (I know easier said than done right??). Just wanted to say we are all rooting for you. :lI'm rooting for (the future) Mrs Turbo and I'll be reading your thread intently to get further news/photographs of her.

                        turboscottomatic;1145130 wrote:
                        Yea, verily, Ne:

                        The avatar is me, from back in the day, on my way to the pool you used to go to. I saw you looking my way as I watched you from the other side of the fence. I thought you liked the way I was rockin my manotard. Now I see that you mistook me for a woodchuck. I need a waxing.

                        T
                        In Europe we call them mankinis and here they are absolutely acceptable and normal and not amusing in any way whatsoever....although somewhat vomit inducing. Last year I saw a bloke run the London Marathon in one. Very brave. Unless he's on HDB in which case, very illegal.

                        Oh yeah and there was some stuff about you and fat rodents, but I wasn't really paying attention after the whole (the future) Mrs Turbo revelation, soz.

                        The unexamined life is not worth living

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                          #72
                          Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

                          I was paying attention to the rodent bit. I've never seen a woodchuck, or a groundhog, but lot's of rodents, so it made sense. And it was a good post I thought. It's about perspective, but you probably knew that when you typed it out. Certainly the ending gave it away.

                          Just out of interest, baclofen did that to me as well - cycles of gloom and mania. Your gloom sounds more pervasive, but bear it in mind.

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                            #73
                            Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

                            Woodchucks - Official Rankings

                            bleep -



                            They are 3rd on the Official Scale of Cuteness:

                            1. Puppies
                            2. Kittens
                            3. Woodchucks
                            4. Babies
                            5. Ne by the pool she used to go to
                            6. Me in my mankini
                            7 onward: a bunch of irrelevant stuff

                            :l

                            T

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                              #74
                              Turboscottomatic's Baclofen Journey and, BTW - Hello!

                              Thanks Turbo. What do they taste of?

                              And you do yourself a disservice. You should be higher up the list.

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                                #75
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                                Awwww...

                                bleep -

                                Awwww.....

                                Thanks for the bump-up on the list!

                                And, BTW, they taste like chicken.



                                T

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