Post by unclecranky on Oct 15, 2008 0:40:47 GMT -5
No great mystery here, either. I'm an Uncle, not a father or a mother, but a much loved (and annoying) Uncle of 5. As to 'Cranky' well, everyone calls me Cranky. As I say all too frequently- 'even God calls me Uncle Cranky' . It stems from the fact that I have Asperger's Syndrome, and rarely smile or make eye contact. I don't articulate my feeling well vocally, and don't read body language well, since it's like a second language to me. I can write very well, because I am intelligent, but most people assume I'm in a bad mood or deep blue funk when I'm not. Of course nobody knew about Asperger's Syndrome when I was growing up, so people would call me various nasty names, and I'd respond with various pointed comments, and get the pulp beaten out of me. That happened so many times that I got used to the precise level of pain that occurs just before you go unconcious-and I got used to being considered less than intelligent. I took low-paying jobs, and got hurt a lot on those jobs, because safety was never the priority of any of my employers.
Which brings us to now, and you were wondering about all my comments about medication? I'm forty-eight. I was married once, no little Crankies I know of, My ex wife is dead now, and I've got a combination of genetic and trauma-induced arthritis, which my doctor's kind enough to occasionally prescribe narcotics for. Earlier this year, I began suffering a continuous headache, loss of balance, dizziness, and disorientation, which seem to be caused by teeny-tiny blood clots in my brain, which in turn caused what my doctor called 'micro-strokes'. He sent me to a neurologist, who concurred, and additionally diagnosed migraine. So yes, nowadays, I'm on some drugs that really do cause me to get loopy. I haven't worked in six weeks, and may never do manual labor for a living again. This is taking a whole lot of getting used to. I live, by the way, in the middle of Iowa. Not much in the way of hi-tech happenin' here, just a bunch of farmers and insurance agents mostly. I learned to play T&T in 1982, from somebody who realized I wasn't an idiot.
Which brings us to now, and you were wondering about all my comments about medication? I'm forty-eight. I was married once, no little Crankies I know of, My ex wife is dead now, and I've got a combination of genetic and trauma-induced arthritis, which my doctor's kind enough to occasionally prescribe narcotics for. Earlier this year, I began suffering a continuous headache, loss of balance, dizziness, and disorientation, which seem to be caused by teeny-tiny blood clots in my brain, which in turn caused what my doctor called 'micro-strokes'. He sent me to a neurologist, who concurred, and additionally diagnosed migraine. So yes, nowadays, I'm on some drugs that really do cause me to get loopy. I haven't worked in six weeks, and may never do manual labor for a living again. This is taking a whole lot of getting used to. I live, by the way, in the middle of Iowa. Not much in the way of hi-tech happenin' here, just a bunch of farmers and insurance agents mostly. I learned to play T&T in 1982, from somebody who realized I wasn't an idiot.