Where Have All the Marchers Gone?
I hope this Board has not gone the way of so many others - the OH Monthly Boards Virtual Graveyard! Here's your challenge - for every lurker, please post a response to this post... you can call me names, make an evil face, post a recipe (Kimmmmm!!!), tell us about your worldly travels, or cry in our collective pea soup - but please say something! If you are reading this, just press the reply button and say hello. Let's see how many Marchers are really still breathing out there... Maureen
Maureen 
It's nice to know somebody misses me once in awhile.
Over here working boss!
I still try to check in regularly, but the work schedule has me so whipped these days, that I'm usually too tired when I get on the computer to do much more than look. Even typing seems like a lot of work. It's been a couple of weeks since I had a day off. I'm hoping that we're not working this weekend because starting next weekend, we'll be working 7 days a week for the next 6 weeks. Although we may get a break for Easter weekend. Don't get me wrong, with the economy the way it is, I'm extremely grateful to have a job that keeps me so busy. It's just that I'm getting a little old to keep up this pace. It was a lot easier when I was 25 instead of 55!!!!! The way capital construction on commuter railroads gets funded, our projects are engineered and funded years in advance, so I'm going to work as much as I can now because I'm sure that the funding for future projects will be harder to come by. Anyway, my friend, I'm still alive and well.......just tired!!
Mike
I still try to check in regularly, but the work schedule has me so whipped these days, that I'm usually too tired when I get on the computer to do much more than look. Even typing seems like a lot of work. It's been a couple of weeks since I had a day off. I'm hoping that we're not working this weekend because starting next weekend, we'll be working 7 days a week for the next 6 weeks. Although we may get a break for Easter weekend. Don't get me wrong, with the economy the way it is, I'm extremely grateful to have a job that keeps me so busy. It's just that I'm getting a little old to keep up this pace. It was a lot easier when I was 25 instead of 55!!!!! The way capital construction on commuter railroads gets funded, our projects are engineered and funded years in advance, so I'm going to work as much as I can now because I'm sure that the funding for future projects will be harder to come by. Anyway, my friend, I'm still alive and well.......just tired!!
Mike
Tired is the theme of the day, Michael ... I'm right there with you! And yes, I try to stay positive and thankful that I'm employed - do you think this dreadfully long winter has anything to do with how tired we're feeling???? I want flowers! I want birdsong! I want warmth on my face again! I know, I know - right around the corner. Give my best to Abby - please stay in touch, ok? Maureen
Im here alive and spoken for...just getting over this darn sickness and now going nuts trying to find daughter her prom dress arggggggg.... shopping with a daughter is soooo hard, what I think is beautiful she doesnt like, and vice versa..I remember my son, a simple black tux and good to go LOL..when will all this fun end! Oh well...Im sure when we find the right dress she will be gorgeous as ever!!!!!!!!! My baby is growing up toooooo fast!
"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream, not only plan, but also believe" ----"Anatole France"
"Joyously grasp the ties that bind you, for they lead straight to the heart"---"Wm."
Kimberly...
Ah, do you bring back memories of shopping for Jillian's prom! She turns 21 in 3 weeks! I remember hating the dress she ended up wearing for her high school prom - but I swallowed my tongue and the important thing is she felt beautiful on prom night - and ya know what? She was beautiful, even in a dress I wouldn't have picked out for anything... she let me help with her makeup and hair and we had a great time together. Have fun, Kim, relish the moment! Love ya - Maureen
I'm with Mike.... just too danged tired.
I used to have good days and bad days. A few days ago, I realized that I haven't had a good day since September or October. I went from good days and bad days to bad days and not so bad days. Lately I've vascillated between bad days and terrible days.
I'm having serious trouble with the back - the reason for the bad days. Spent Thursday and Friday curled up in a fetal position, crying. No relief to be had from the disk that is pressing on a nerve root in my back. Imagine a charley horse that is never ending. That's what the spasms in my back feel like and the pain running down my leg makes me understand why animals will gnaw off their own limbs. Luckily my foot is numb so I won't feel it if I start to gnaw there. I had ultrasound, deep tissue massage, 2 different level 2 narcotics, 2 kinds of muscle relaxers, heat, ice, electric stimulation and it just wouldn't let up Thursday and Friday. By Saturday it had eased up enough for me to take a ton of meds and work Saturday, Sunday and both jobs on Monday. I'm so tired of being drugged. I don't understand why people are so attracted to these drugs, I hate them and would give them up in a heart beat if I could.
Criminy, I'm on stronger drugs than Rush Limbaugh was addicted to . True story... They put me on the Fentanyl patch. It wasn't helping much and I found out that the FDA had issued a public health advisory about the patch. Seems that death was a side effect. So I take the box of patches back to the pain doctor. Two nurses come in the room bedecked in full scrubs and rubber gloves. They count the patches that I've turned in and the doc tells me that these things garner big bucks on the streets. Heroin addicts like to chew them, but they often die. I watch the nurses carefully destroy the patches by cutting them up in little pieces and putting them in a hazardous waste container. They then scrub down all the counters, the scissors and themselves with alcohol. What the hell have these people had me put on my body? So I'm back on my morphine. Every 3 or 4 hours, more morphine. What I take is stronger than Oxycontin. I take pills for nerve damage. I take other pills for muscle spasms. I take 5 different meds every day to fight the pain. The pharmacy keeps my drugs in a safe. What the hell am I putting in my body? Nothing helps the Rheumatoid Arthritis and degenerative disk disease that is eating at my spine. 3 years ago I was 5' 6". Now I'm 5' 4" if I stand as straight as possible. At this rate, I won't be tall enough to ride the Flying Teacups at Disneyland in another 3 years.
I think of you guys all the time and feel like a jerk for not being around much. I don't even lurk. I just feel that I have little to contribute these days. All I have to write about is work and pain. Any attempts to lose more weight or even maintain are on the back burner for me. I'm just trying to put one foot in front of the other and get through the day.
There's some hope though. I see a surgeon tomorrow afternoon and maybe, just maybe I can get some good days again.
I'm still breathing, but it hurts.
C.
I used to have good days and bad days. A few days ago, I realized that I haven't had a good day since September or October. I went from good days and bad days to bad days and not so bad days. Lately I've vascillated between bad days and terrible days.
I'm having serious trouble with the back - the reason for the bad days. Spent Thursday and Friday curled up in a fetal position, crying. No relief to be had from the disk that is pressing on a nerve root in my back. Imagine a charley horse that is never ending. That's what the spasms in my back feel like and the pain running down my leg makes me understand why animals will gnaw off their own limbs. Luckily my foot is numb so I won't feel it if I start to gnaw there. I had ultrasound, deep tissue massage, 2 different level 2 narcotics, 2 kinds of muscle relaxers, heat, ice, electric stimulation and it just wouldn't let up Thursday and Friday. By Saturday it had eased up enough for me to take a ton of meds and work Saturday, Sunday and both jobs on Monday. I'm so tired of being drugged. I don't understand why people are so attracted to these drugs, I hate them and would give them up in a heart beat if I could.
Criminy, I'm on stronger drugs than Rush Limbaugh was addicted to . True story... They put me on the Fentanyl patch. It wasn't helping much and I found out that the FDA had issued a public health advisory about the patch. Seems that death was a side effect. So I take the box of patches back to the pain doctor. Two nurses come in the room bedecked in full scrubs and rubber gloves. They count the patches that I've turned in and the doc tells me that these things garner big bucks on the streets. Heroin addicts like to chew them, but they often die. I watch the nurses carefully destroy the patches by cutting them up in little pieces and putting them in a hazardous waste container. They then scrub down all the counters, the scissors and themselves with alcohol. What the hell have these people had me put on my body? So I'm back on my morphine. Every 3 or 4 hours, more morphine. What I take is stronger than Oxycontin. I take pills for nerve damage. I take other pills for muscle spasms. I take 5 different meds every day to fight the pain. The pharmacy keeps my drugs in a safe. What the hell am I putting in my body? Nothing helps the Rheumatoid Arthritis and degenerative disk disease that is eating at my spine. 3 years ago I was 5' 6". Now I'm 5' 4" if I stand as straight as possible. At this rate, I won't be tall enough to ride the Flying Teacups at Disneyland in another 3 years.
I think of you guys all the time and feel like a jerk for not being around much. I don't even lurk. I just feel that I have little to contribute these days. All I have to write about is work and pain. Any attempts to lose more weight or even maintain are on the back burner for me. I'm just trying to put one foot in front of the other and get through the day.
There's some hope though. I see a surgeon tomorrow afternoon and maybe, just maybe I can get some good days again.
I'm still breathing, but it hurts.
C.
Oh Connie ... Jesus. When I have a cold I feel sorry for myself; I can't imagine living through what you're going through. Did you have these back issues before your surgery or is this all new stuff for you? There's got to be something that can be done! Please let us know what happens at the surgeon's office - you can't keep going like this. Don't stay away from here. You've been our rock for these past 5 years, let us carry you for now... cry, ***** moan, whatever you need to do - we're here for you, ok? Love you - please come back and let us know what happens at the surgeon's. Maureen
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