Second Opinions

Second opinions from doc's are a must in today's society. After having been treated for depression for the last 11 years, I am now told that "No Pooka, you don't have 'Depression', you are Bipolar/manic depressive." With this diagnosis comes the realization that every medication they have ever put me on to treat my depression has just made it worse. So I am now pulling my self out of a cycle that came pretty close to ending me as I know it. I am so playing the waiting game with this new diagnosis with its multitude of medication and plethora of doc visits. But before anyone who reads this (if anyone in the world actual reads my little attempt at ranting) goes woe is her, this entry has a moral. The moral is always get a second opinion, even if it is sending symptoms to webmd.com's e doctors.

Pooka

The A-Team

The movie that was anticipated by the Losers, only better. It may have been a remake of a tv show, but it still was laugh out loud fun. At no point during this movie did I wish to hide(stick my fingers in my ears and go La La) from what em calls 'Social Awkward Situations' (i.e. chick flick moments.) I did however have to cover my mouth to muffle my laughter for most of the movie. Which shall be my only complaint for the movie. Do you know how hard it is to not only open but to eat a bag of m+m's? Extremely hard. It was a revisit of the great mushroom cloud fiasco of the 90's mixed with choking. Otherwise I now have another movie to add to my great action flick collection. Once this movie hits DVD it shall join Die Hard, Bad Boys, and my personal fave Formula 51. I think I might just have to go see it again.

Tata For Now.

Time, I think I need a new clock.

Okay, so, I so totally can not believe how time seems to have disappeared. More than a year since my last post, bad Pooka, bad. I am going to try and post more, if for no other reason, than to practice my typing and grammar skills. Hopefully I won't fall off the edge of the earth for another year. Tata.