I've fallen a couple times recently and today the pain is so bad...so bad. Hot pads ice packs vicoden, hot baths and Spem in Alium will eventually make it stop.

A counselor has tried to diagnose me as Bipolar II and I am fighting it. It seems to be brought on my extreme stress, loss and trauma. Wait the hell a minute here, so I get shat upon, get a "condition" and then have to take drugs that will take the happy moments away???? What the hell is this???

Is anybody with me on this? Why can't I just ride this bronk until it takes me off to Valhalla? Why can't I just embrace my wild side? I mean what the hell is so strange about a 67 year old woman dancing nude on a bar any way?

Who's with me on this, any how?

Hopefully in a few days, before I run out of Vicoden and hot water, this will be over and I'll just be back to say it like it is, crabby Mom. It is really surprising that people see me as a sort of Mom, and a leader too. Maybe there is more wrong with them than me?

Cathy, where are you?