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Posted: 04.03.2003
This is not the Robyn you are looking for
Just want to clarify...talk here seems to have turned to "depression". I do not have depression. I'm being monitored very closely by my doctors right now. In fact, I have another appointment at 4 p.m. today. I've see them at the rate of about once a week since February, and feel like a human pincushion at times. But you don't get that info at this blog any longer. In a nutshell, I'm fine. We've got a lot of big decisions and life changes ahead of us. But I'm fine. So please don't speculate.

Todd got great news yesterday that's been several months in the making. I lost an uncle over the weekend. There's a war on. And a song came on, and "bam!" Insta-tears out of nowhere. Happens to the best of us. But one teary-eyed episode in several years time does not "Depression 101" make. Please don't try to diagnose me as such. Believe me, I have an actual diagnoses list a mile long. New ones need not apply! -R

Hey boy take a look at me...let me dirty up your mind...

Sorry. It was the "and "may cause anal leakage". ;-)" part that made me think you might be depressed. ;-)

¤ ¤ credit: a different Bill | 04.03.03 at 01:55 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I didnt mean to insinuate you were depressed...sorry if it came across that way.

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 02:08 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Oh I know you didn't Dave. I just wanted to make sure no one else got that impression. Depression runs in my family. And I used to be a recreational therapist in a day treatment program for people with mental illness. I know the signs. So do my doctors. But it's just never been something I've struggled with. I think God figures I've got enough other things on my plate to deal with...

¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 04.03.03 at 02:19 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Oh man... plages are the worst. I'm prayin' for ya.

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 02:24 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

{{hugs}} I missed all the depression speculation, but I know *exactly* how you feel! And the worst part about it is when you go through the whole insta-tears thing, and somebody asks you what's wrong, and you have no real REASON for crying, you just are!

And men think it's hard to understand us, for some reason. I just don't get it ;-)

¤ ¤ credit: Tracy | 04.03.03 at 02:47 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Well, I'm *glad* you don't have to add depression to your list of things to deal with!

¤ ¤ credit: Jennifer | 04.03.03 at 02:50 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Sorry I haven't commented in a while.

I hope things get better for you soon. *hugs*

¤ ¤ credit: Iowegian Girl | 04.03.03 at 02:58 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I'd rather cry than have "anal leakage" LOL!

¤ ¤ credit: Jessica | 04.03.03 at 05:30 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I understand the sudden tears thing. Isn't that what Hallmark makes alot of money on? ((hugs)) to you and congrats to your hubby ;-)

¤ ¤ credit: deb | 04.03.03 at 07:41 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Glad you guys are doin' good!

¤ ¤ credit: Sunidesus | 04.03.03 at 09:27 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Sorry about your uncle but I'm happy that something good is coming your way. :)

¤ ¤ credit: Carla | 04.03.03 at 09:58 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

and thank you so much for making depression sound like mad cow disease. that helped this morning's bout of tears a whole bunch.

¤ ¤ credit: tanya | 04.04.03 at 10:04 AM | link--this ¤ ¤

Jeeze, if crying on the spot was depression, then you'd have to hook up everyone I know with meds. Does laughing on the spot mean we're crazy?

Sometimes a thought pops in our heads. Maybe something we've read, seen, felt, tasted, smelled, heard, ect. just set something off and the tear ducts got filled.

Big deal. It means we're human.

*hugs to Robyn*

¤ ¤ credit: Kathryn | 04.04.03 at 12:53 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

We went to see Adaptation today, and the phrase "anal leakage" was used in the movie. I immediately thought about this comment thread, and cracked up. Then I had to explain to my wife why "anal leakage" was so funny.

¤ ¤ credit: dave | 04.06.03 at 05:38 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

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