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<blockquote data-quote="THAT Gurl" data-source="post: 3546616" data-attributes="member: 45551"><p>A bunch of the older members here will remember a time I had a reaction to my blood pressure medication (atenolol). I scared the **** outta Grumpy because I called him at work and asked him to meet me for lunch -- we don't do lunch while he's in uniform. People see someone in uniform having lunch with their wife and don't stop to consider there might be something serious going on -- especially when the wife is crying her eyes out. Why was I crying?? Because I thought he had struck me the deepest, darkest betrayal any man could do to his wife. Did he cheat on me? Nope. He wouldn't help me kill myself. And I had been thinking about it for quite a while before I asked him. Why did I ask him to help me?? I didn't want him to come home and find me. That would be so much worse for him than just helping me, right?? It sounds bizarre now but at the time it made perfect sense. And I swore on a stack of Bibles tall as I am that it would be the absolute best thing that happened to all the people who know and love me. Honest. Not a selfish thought one ran through my head -- all I thought about was how much better off everyone who knew me would be.</p><p></p><p>And like that wasn't bad enough he talked me into self-admitting to Cedar Ridge. What a cluster**** that place is. I could write a book -- except One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest pretty much nailed it. And in the end, that was the kick in the ass I needed. Did they help me? **** no. They pissed me off. I refused all medications for a few days, got my senses back around me no thanks to them, and once I decided I'd had it they decided I couldn't check myself out. I bet they are STILL talking about that day in training sessions. Other people there were asking me how I did it because they had been trying to get out for WEEKS. Every one of them had good insurance. Imagine that? </p><p></p><p>I do have to say, though, when all those plants and flowers were delivered there -- and they were all there for me -- y'all ****ers made me cry like a damned baby. I'll never forgive you ****ers for that! <img src="/images/smilies/vba9149.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":slap:" title="Vba9149 :slap:" data-shortname=":slap:" /></p><p></p><p>So all you fellas who think it's a selfish act have never been down that rabbit hole. Be grateful you can live in blissful ignorance.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="THAT Gurl, post: 3546616, member: 45551"] A bunch of the older members here will remember a time I had a reaction to my blood pressure medication (atenolol). I scared the **** outta Grumpy because I called him at work and asked him to meet me for lunch -- we don't do lunch while he's in uniform. People see someone in uniform having lunch with their wife and don't stop to consider there might be something serious going on -- especially when the wife is crying her eyes out. Why was I crying?? Because I thought he had struck me the deepest, darkest betrayal any man could do to his wife. Did he cheat on me? Nope. He wouldn't help me kill myself. And I had been thinking about it for quite a while before I asked him. Why did I ask him to help me?? I didn't want him to come home and find me. That would be so much worse for him than just helping me, right?? It sounds bizarre now but at the time it made perfect sense. And I swore on a stack of Bibles tall as I am that it would be the absolute best thing that happened to all the people who know and love me. Honest. Not a selfish thought one ran through my head -- all I thought about was how much better off everyone who knew me would be. And like that wasn't bad enough he talked me into self-admitting to Cedar Ridge. What a cluster**** that place is. I could write a book -- except One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest pretty much nailed it. And in the end, that was the kick in the ass I needed. Did they help me? **** no. They pissed me off. I refused all medications for a few days, got my senses back around me no thanks to them, and once I decided I'd had it they decided I couldn't check myself out. I bet they are STILL talking about that day in training sessions. Other people there were asking me how I did it because they had been trying to get out for WEEKS. Every one of them had good insurance. Imagine that? I do have to say, though, when all those plants and flowers were delivered there -- and they were all there for me -- y'all ****ers made me cry like a damned baby. I'll never forgive you ****ers for that! :slap: So all you fellas who think it's a selfish act have never been down that rabbit hole. Be grateful you can live in blissful ignorance. [/QUOTE]
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