Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
"Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?"
"Yes.
What can I do for you?"
"I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith....He's hidin'
marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside
them logs, but he's hidin' it there.
"
"Thank you very much for the call, sir.
"
The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house.
They
search the shed where the firewood is kept.
Using axes, they bust open
every piece of wood, but find no marijuana.
They sneer at Virgil and
leave. Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house.
"Hey Virgil! This here's Floyd...Did the Sheriff come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep!"
"Happy Birthday, buddy!"
(Rednecks know how to git-'er-dun).
"Yes.
What can I do for you?"
"I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith....He's hidin'
marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside
them logs, but he's hidin' it there.
"
"Thank you very much for the call, sir.
"
The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house.
They
search the shed where the firewood is kept.
Using axes, they bust open
every piece of wood, but find no marijuana.
They sneer at Virgil and
leave. Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house.
"Hey Virgil! This here's Floyd...Did the Sheriff come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep!"
"Happy Birthday, buddy!"
(Rednecks know how to git-'er-dun).
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Nana’s cancer is continuing to spread. The chemo isn’t working. Papa wants her to keep getting chemo. He isn’t ready to let go. I am at peace with her pending death. She will no longer be in pain. Today my therapist suggested I have a conversation with Nana. Ask questions, share memories, reminisce. But I don’t know what to ask or say. We were always close but never talked intimately. So...
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saw this on Facebook and thought it was a good read. https://suksesenisov.com/what-you-should-know-before-you-judge-me-for-being-unemployed-with-a-mental-illness/
Thank you for the laugh. I needed it.
They had a drug stop out at our interstate exit & there, one afternoon, we watched one of our fine local officers snort cat remains thinking it was pot. My husband being a man never to let an opportunity like that pass told the officer, "Wow, I never thought I see you snorting a little pussy in the middle of the afternoon."