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They removed Glucophage from my prescription list.. well, for the third year I weigh in at about 203 pounds. maybe that is my natural weight.. it is barely a *tad* above what a 6'0 in the morning person in height should weigh.. but the cumulative blood sugar measurement is better than somebody who is perfectly healthy.. I weighed about 250 when I went in with blood sugar problems. It's amazing how much difference 45 pounds makes.. Where do we go from here.. I dunno. Aerobic exercise. Minus the drug. not to mention.. enough garlic, cinnamon, vitamin A and D.. Chromium.. plus.. EXERCISE. I think the last thing on the list has done to most.. even a stinking twenty minute walk through Michigan snow and ice in a day.

It's been a while.. just wondering how the crisis is doing tonight..

Yeah.. he was the guy with triple-0 eyes at twig.. I'd love to talk with this character.. he's probably in the same trip.. much as I would rather not say.. maybe he knows where I can find the same drugs.. sowy.

Starts with a "D"..

Yes, there were.. I remember his name, you probably do too.. I'd like to know what happened to him between here and Grand Rapids. Last I heard he was still with da way. I put his name in friend tracker here once..

God Bless You Friend.. It seesm such an innocent question, doesn't it.. :)

No, it is not off topic..

as far as me and alcohol are concerned.. I sometimes consume not it, but the assorted bunch of chemicals involved with its production.. i.e. red wine. dry. no sugar left in it.. well.. it's kind of natural.. I don't like refined anything.. starved yeast.. it cries from the wine dregs.. well.. it had to make some kind of agreement for this existence, as well as I.. who was this person? why the interest? I genuinely want to know..

I've experienced a few lively brain.. what is the word.. farts? of various neurotransmitters.. no external drugs or stimuli involved.. well.. now when or if it supposedly happens, I know what is going on.. Christ. We are human beings, are we not? I've learned how to live with my insanity, have you figured out how to live with yours? we underestimate the effect of alcohol. It's normal, mainstream..

I'm still looking for a definition of what is "Just Fine"..

I've never ingested GHB.. or any of it's relatives.. suppose I can't identify anything from first-hand experience or anything.. they say one's own body makes it. External sources must throw off some kind of balance or something..

I'm only hoping something like that. All I can see is a few facts.. do they lead where I think it looks like they lead? Well.. I'd like a little more information.

Yep. That is the whole point here.. and it makes perfect sense..

The last time I *ministered* to someone.. I had to ask them the question.. do you want to live, or do you want to die.. then I drove the person to the emergency room.. had to have some cooperation to get them there.

I ended up in a psychologist's office once.. it took me three sessions before I was willing to say why I was really there.. well, I wanted the person comfortable. Figuring I was for the most part functional.. no, I don't need any kind of *emergency* style treatment or anything..

My problem here, is I have very few facts. I'm an analyst of sorts.. I mean.. the meager details, at least to me, only point in one direction.. A guy in the corps. One day.. ends up rambling incoherently? No, I don't *entirely* believe in devils anymore. Maybe Devils reincarnated.. the green card? That partly paid for the vicster's drambuie.. and whatever else.. Could Devil Spirits infiltrate da way corps, and strike this character incoherent? well.. if you can believe that.. I have a dry oil well I can sell you.. I'm sorry. The Squirrel is half-baked. Maybe I should go for full-baked.. speaking of which.. a WALK to Krogers is now in order. No, no driving..

back in the day.. I was the best person to have around if you ingested LSD.. probably the same today. They just don't make it anymore..

I mean.. with way theology and all.. if somebody who suddenly was babbling nonsense.. they surely are possessed, are they not? I mean.. the pieces here seem to fit. I'd just like a little more data.. there was a guy we witnessed to in my WOW year. He came to our door at night, alone.. had eyes larger than saucers. I knew it was LSD, or something like that.. he was raving about *them* following him. The dear, dear coordinator of the group sent the "possessed" person off into the night.. to fend for himself. what a farking moron.

Thanks to Word Wolf for posting this quote on another thread. "Dr and LCM always fought for people to stay in the Corps. There was an incident of a guy in the Corps who all of a sudden went "gooney-bird". He started to babble and not make sense. LCM worked hard with the guy to help him but he was incoherent. Dr, when he met him, confronted him by asking- 'Son, how come you're letting your mind get all scrambled?' The guy answered unintelligibly and Dr told him that it would be best for him just to pack his bags and go home. The guy understood that. He left. LCM spent many hours and many long distance phone calls trying to make sure the guy had gotten home from his bus ride home safely. Not being able to verify his location, he was concerned. Dr told him to move on. There's nothing you can do, he'll show up at home soon enough. A week later the guy did show up at home." www.greasespotcafe.com/ipb/topic/8019-vp-and-me-in-wonderland/ I've always wondered. Did anybody here know this guy? Was he pretty much coherent in the corps before this? Did the symptoms come on on the spur of the moment? Lots and lots of questions, I have.. and why was da vicster not so worried about this individual. Did he know what was REALLY wrong with this fellow? Incoherent babbling.. having the ability to speak, but it is incoherent. Makes me wonder why. I've wondered a long time.. here is the source. http://www.origindiagnostics.com/blog/archives/181 specifically, this kind of behavior would be consistent with a high dose of GHB. and dosages of GHB or something similar would ruin short term memory, while the drug was in effect.. Did somebody drug this guy? Maybe he had problems to begin with.. but a few details would satisfy my curiosity. Some possible conclusions here: maybe he saw *something* he shouldn't have? then the *fix* would be a high dosage of GHB or something.. put him on a bus.. don't worry. He'll come around shortly, and just won't know where he's at.. considering.. da vicster would stoop to putting date rape drugs in drinks for females.. what would stop his *men* from covering his tracks by doing something like this to a man, and shipping him off in the night? Just a few questions. They've been on the back burner for a long time.. maybe it is all nonsense.. maybe it isn't

GodDam administrators.. well,you know. somebody can write a program. Maybe even that is me.. a program to figure out the payroll, who to write the checks to.. so when it comes to counting shekels and all. Administration is not beyond reach, when one considers operating with less over-head.. yeah, I will attend tomorrow's Summit, if I am still sober enough, and the roads clear enough.. if it ends up being some kind a rah rah sys coom-bah.. I will really be disappointed.

Dammit, I just love groundhog day.. where do we go from here.. I've found a few places along the way.. one of them is even willing to pay bonifide, true American dollars.. Chirst. at least at the moment.. one can find some (inconsequential) payment for working at, or doing.. (gasp).. what one really ENJOYS.. heh. another year and a half, and they will have computers doing (what they think) is the same thing I do.. what do we or I do then..

It's a pretty damned big *if*. *seeing* is subjective, you know..

I know, I know! It's groundhog day at da way. rosie emerges, or maybe even is cattle prodded to help her rise from her heated burrow.. her handler has her (?) in a firm grasp.. she speaks in a bastardized mix between groundhogese and wayspeak.. the guy with the big hat listens carefully, and interprets: "yah, eeet will be anoder decade of prevailing somehow in da word.."

I know, I know.. the Marmot will emerge from his well heated, secluded burrow, and pronounce yet another decade of winter over New Knoxville..

Why bring the Groundhog into all of this? well.. February the second is a National Holiday, you know. It's almost the time I post something with a count down to the great event. After all.. a Marmot living in a furnished, well heated burrow, makes far more sense than twi, any day..