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There are several patient phones on our unit. At times, patients call 911 because they feel it is their only hope of getting out of locked unit if they are admitted involuntarily. That advocacy process actually involves a call to the mental hygiene lawyer, which we offer to make for them, and a trip to mental hygiene court to argue their case. Once in a while, though, they are reaching out for the only empowerment lifeline they think they have in a situation where they have limited control. I would love to hear the 911 operator responses!
Examples, which will be added to over time:
Paranoid patient calls 911 to complain that we won’t let him wear a pink and purple shirt. Addendum: For safety reasons a patient might not be permitted at a given time to have articles of their own clothing. (5/2014 via FB)
Angry patient calls 911 because they were served fish for dinner Addendum: We had already called the kitchen for a replacement tray. (5/2016)
A patient asks, “can dead people use the phone?”
“So that means when I talked to my mother on the phone she wasn’t dead?”
(originally posted on FB, 5/2/2014)
This says a lot. Don’t let someone try to hold such a thing over you. You cant help them by staying with them! Call 911 if you really care.
“It was an unhealthy relationship. The last thing he said was that he’d kill himself if I left him, but I just kept walking. I saw him a couple weeks ago, actually.”
I first started meeting people “online” back in the days of the commodore 64 “q-link” service. Then dial-up BBS. Then talkers on telnet, message boards, AOL, and now dating sites. Some meets have resulted in good relationships that ended for normal reasons, some have resulted in long-term friendships. I’ve just always had better luck meeting like-minded people online rather than bars, and now I don’t drink so that limits my stranger-pool.
Over the years, I’ve developed a few basic game rules that I hope you can learn from. Feel free to add/comment, I’m curious about your experiences/rules.
Don’t spend weeks/months writing, because it ends up being a bonafide heartache if there isn’t chemistry. Soo much text and writing so many years ago. But there were very few people “online” back then, and it seems to me in general there was a higher caliber of intelligence overall. 🙂
Have a quick coffee meet before you plan a long, extravagant-ish date. If you are going to have a dinner/lunch as a first meet, the bill should be split and this should be agreed upon up front. For the would-be recipient, it takes the pressure off of feeling they have to “put out” or give the payor a chance if they aren’t really into them, and there isn’t a “sucker” spending money on dates that don’t have a happy ending – a second date, that is, pervs! “Normal” dating rules can apply after that first meet, if that means traditional chivalry for you, or alternating bills.
Don’t only look at the OKC percentage rating, compare answers to questions. However, I have noticed I do have a lot more in common with people who have higher match percentages. That isn’t 100% though. Is anyone 100%?
Just like traditional dating, don’t expect the next person you meet off the dating site to be “the one.” It places unfair expectations on the process! Of course, we hope they are. They might however be our next friend or learning experience.
As a woman, I definitely don’t give my number/email to someone until it is established we have some common grounds and the other person doesn’t seem to have actively crazy tendencies. With that said, once I have information on someone I do tend to google them. YMMV in terms of how people perceive this, some find it intrusive and they are generally net-naive. If potential employers are going to google you, why not google potential dates?
If there is only a partial shot of the person, ask for a full length photo. Perhaps even clarify if the pictures are recent
Don’t assume everybody online is mentally well. Don’t assume everybody online is mentally ill. It runs the gamut, just like life, and most people are a mix. Remember, everyone is crazy, you are just looking for people that are your kind of crazy.
Hope this helps.
OKCUpid, 4/21/13 ; This guy is the reason I wanted to create this section, actually.
kingofporches: can I take you home to my mom?
btw- i hate liberals.
me: are you trying to piss your mom off?
kingofporches: no just lower her expectations before I bring a real girl home.
Me: your plan would backfire. parents love me.
kingofporches: maybe hippy parents.
Me: I appeal to a surprisingly wide range of persons…the joy of being a nurse. At any rate, I feel bad for your mom that she raised such an unkind son. I hope you find peace in your journey.
And because he messaged someone merely with the intent of being unkind, here is a smidge more of exposure; buyer beware!
Here is someone that attempts to be sweet. His profile did not indicate we’d have anything in common, though, and he no longer has an account. But it was a nice change of pace. Good luck to you, Mike.
How are you doing? Looking at your beautiful and Angelic eyes, you seem to be like an angel sent from heaven. Beautifully created with awesome smile. i don’t mind becoming friends to an angel like you, would really love to know you more hif only you’ll give me the chance to and let me into your heart as your wonderful friend.Look forward to read back from you. Mike.
OKCupid, 3/13/14: 27yo Dude from Long Island
His picture shows muscles bulging through a tank top, holding a dog
Dude: Ummm, u wanna blow me?
Me: Ummm, no.
Dude: Lol. Ok just figured I’d giv u the chance. I’m a nice guy like that
Me: Does that line ever actually work? Nothing about it says “nice guy” even to a slut
Dude: Lol, of course it does. U girls r real “progressive” and “independent” these days
Really, ladies? Really? Who among you is rewarding this guy’s poor pick-up etiquette? I have no qualms against meeting people for casual sex off dating sites, but not based on lines such as this. *sigh*
The past few weeks I haven’t been meditating much at all, even at work. The humdrum cycle of school-work-schoolwork-work-schoolwork-work-school has been zombifying me a bit. I also haven’t been as desperate at work for the silence as I had been previous weeks since the unit has calmed down a bit. There were also a coupla coffee first-meets, some schoolwork, but generally just eating dinner in the office near the nursing station where we usually eat – our unit doesn’t officially have a break room for the staff, go figure.
I still find it difficult to make that space/time at home. I’m contemplating shutting myself in the bathroom for 10 minutes before or after showering, though it will bug the heck out of my zoo. 🙂
Today I got floated to a unit that didn’t end up needing me, and my unit was adequately staffed. Thus, I asked for a day off and my wish was granted! At some point the idea that it was Sunday and sangha happens on sundays crossed paths, and I resolved to go.
It was nice to be back, Rock Blossom Sangha is always so welcoming. 🙂
My back, however, complained given a lack of recent exercise and sitting time. Despite thinking I had propped myself up adequately, the first 20 minute meditation alternated between relaxation and random pains, and I adapted accordingly with slouching. I was also rusty on battling my brain and I spent most of the time chasing after thoughts rather than remembering I could let them go for now. My brain brought up thoughts and feelings from the past and future, a few of which I entertained in order to provide some compassion to help their release. What’s different now vs. when I started meditation in November (albeit irregular) is that I’m not beating myself up for not being able to reel in my brain and focus on my breath. I Just keep reassuring myself I don’t need to act on these things, I have permission to be in the present moment and appreciate it, to just sit.
For the second 20 minute seated meditation, my body decided it was going to entertain serious sleepiness and that became the battle. Battle? Why is it a battle? Let’s just call it a deep relaxation – though perhaps I should have just laid down for that 20 minutes and made it such. After I regained some consciousness, I did become somewhat irritable hoping that bell would ring, but it didn’t. I sat, dozed, thought, let thoughts go, breathed, sat, listened to the noises in the room, and eventually the bell rang.
I couldn’t quite shake the drowsiness during the dharma reading which was a passage by Pema Chodron that appeared in a recent issue of Shambala. In it she discussed meditation and the need to keep necessary things under consideration, though the human tendency is to make things a big deal. Fortunately I can still read it online. If I met a guru, I would sadly forget 3/4 of what they said anyway, even at my most alert. *sheepish cheesebrain grin*
Hopefully having the opportunity to sit with a sangha today will kickstart my meditation wagon again.
Now, time for schoolwork. I’m doing pretty good with that this weekend considering there had been a bunch of procrastination the past coupla weeks too.
Afterwards hopefully will play some cards against humanity with the waiters. 🙂 I never played, though I have bonus cards from over the holiday – including a card with my name on it! Woot!
OK Cupid, February 23rd, 2014; 38 year old male from NJ
HIM: Good morning! Interested in chatting and getting to know each other?
ME: If you look at our questions you will see we have some key differences in values, but thanks for your interest.
HIM: How about not replying at all? Ciao!
ME: How about reading about people first to see why there is a 45% match?
HIM: Wow, so you REALLY are serious about the 45%, eh? Lol Smh! Ciao!
ME: You are too conservative. Dont want a girl kissing you after she sucks you off, dont think prostitution should be legal, think 14 sex partners is too much, dont like crude humor, risky public sex, or deep philosophical conversations, think there is 1 true religion, think a couple in love shouldnt live together and must get married, dont believe in abortion, wont let pets sleep on your bed, arent an adventurous eater, dont have a morbid sense of humor.. The list goes on. I dont just go by the number. I take time to look at the questions we answered because more often than not there are key differences.
He did not reply. We are now a 37% match.