Am I Crazy???

I just have to ask this.

So you come to a place where guys are crazily fighting the clock and ask them if you are crazy to fight the clock. So if they all say no and they all are crazy what is the correct answer???

Who wants to be a fire engine???
((if you didn’t see the movie don’t ask))

Well, I’m finishing another wonderful weekend of fun working at my zoo of wild animals, wacko’s and drug addicts. Admitted a stripper with big boobs and she flashed everybody except me. Damn! That about sums up how much fun I had THIS weekend.
I DID do something I havent done, after getting home today, instead of falling on the sofa or bed, I immediately went to the local gym and worked out. I was weak as shit but DAMN I’m so mad that my work takes the workout spirit out of me that I’m just gonna try to keep forcing myself to go no matter how sleep deprived and tired I am. If I can keep THIS up, that would impress me far more than anything I lifted the last eight months when all I had to do each day was a few hours easy work a day and the rest of my time to train and eat like an Olympic athlete.
Several posts to respond to.

  1. hel, you got a great sense of humor but I’m afraid QT pretty much nailed you on the psychoanalysis part. QT you obviously have shrink skills…need a job? I wish you worked in my nuthouse…
  2. Elaikases-I still like muscle milk but I’ve been doing bars a lot lately due to work. Like Met-Rx bars a lot, keeping me going with other kinds thrown in for variety. I eat a bar for “breakfast in the car”, and a bar at 11 and one at 2, try to stay hydrated, and eat a healthy dinner when I get home. I don’t stop during work at all, I find it kills momentum and I’d be home at ten or eleven if I did. I still like Muscle Milk for post workout, but guess what, I really can’t drink MILK anymore. I did give it up for five months or so, and when I tried it this week again, it gassed and bloated me up. Lactose intolerant suddently at 51, or never knew it and just farted a lot!!!
  3. ArkRoyal. You can never convince a crazy person they are crazy, unless they have serious doubts that they are losing their mind and ASK you if they are crazy. Even then, it rarely goes over well.
    When I crazy person asks me a crazy question, the correct response is to ask them another question which redirects them to a solution or another area you want to hear them talk about. (Unless you are busy, then you ask them if they slept well last night, and you get your answer and move on to the next patient).
    For example, I recently had two schizophrenics that shared the same delusion that there were secret radio waves coming out of the television which were harmful and causing each of them serious bodily harm. They descended upon me and asked me:
    “WE KNOW THAT TV IS SENDING OUT HARMFUL RAYS, BECAUSE WE BOTH FEEL LIKE OUR GUTS ARE BEING GRADUALLY DISENTEGRATED AND WE WILL BOTH SOON DIE. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?”
    “Well, guys, I could take the TV out, or we could put metal foil in front of the transmitters and block the harmful rays. What do you think?”
    They huddled together and mumbled this and that, and finally the less paranoid one stood up and said:
    “PUT THE FOIL UP, WE DON’T WANT TO MISS THE HISTORY CHANNEL, THAT’S WHERE WE LEARN A LOT ABOUT THE VARIOUS WAYS OUR GOVERNMENT WANTS TO EXTERMINATE THOSE OF US WHO KNOW TOO MUCH.”
    I put the foil up. Honest. Course I didn’t do it right at first and they both were telling me where it needed to go. The nurses had to go in the back they were cracking up so bad.
    I could have just ignored them and upped their antipsychotic meds, but sometimes I like to solve things while having a little fun. Doc

I’ve been trying to reach the coma patient through meditation but the only result I’m getting is through my TV. I think I’m in love with it.

I’m working so hard, three weeks and counting without a break, and even though I have helped dozens of people get off drugs and beat their depressions, it’s really way too hard work for not that great money. I’ve come up with a better idea. I should renounce Psychiatry and become a Scientologist. I’m sure they would love a “recovering shrink” and I hear there is BIG MONEY in preaching science fiction mixed with self-help wrapped with grandiose powers. Tom Cruise was quite convincing…I heard the producer of South Park donated TEN MILLION to the “church” as a result of his efforts.

Anybody interested? I will forward anyone's millions if I can keep just one for my family and I'll join the war against psychiatry and learn more about planet Xenu and those evil thetans.                 Doc

[quote]Dr.PowerClean wrote:

Anybody interested? I will forward anyone's millions if I can keep just one for my family and I'll join the war against psychiatry and learn more about planet Xenu and those evil thetans.                 Doc[/quote]

Got an insider tip for ya. Next week the MotherWheel is gonna rip the roof off those suckas. Now we got the Funk :slight_smile:

I’ve never really sussed it out, but I just don’t get the whole scientology thing.

… And that’s the way I like it.

I can actually make a post about training because I went to the gym. There was a hot fifty year old (yes, you read that right, she was a personal trainer training an out of shape sixty year old lady). I was in my usual exhausted, barely able to make it to the gym mood as of late, but she kinda flirted with me the minute the old lady had tired out and left.

She had big fake boobs (God I’m sick) and I must say, those weight stacks on those executive racks were flying up easily tonight! She was doing lunges with dumbells in circles around me and smiling!! I have not seen too many fifty somethings who I would describe as hot, but if I hadnt recomitted to my wife, I think tonight I might not be posting but doing something else more enjoyable!

 Anyway, it was great to be back in the gym and this weekend I finally get time off and its about time I go to Worlds and do a real workout. Everyone give me hell if I dont.                                 Doc

Be a buddy and give her my number, you know a team player. I’d do it for you. Maybe she’d like a guy that could curl her before the Viagra kicks in.

Re: Scientology.

I’ve had several friends and mentors in Scientology. A few years ago, I went to the Musician’s Institute in Hollywood and Scientology targets young actors and musicians. Some of the best advice I ever got wrt songwriting was from a weekly seminar that was held in the Celebrity Center (part of the Scientology Complex). They use the opportunity to meet big name producers, players, and actors to lure people in. So, just to be able to argue with these folk coherently using their own text against them, I read some of their books.

Everyone focuses on the fact that L. Ron was sci-fi writer (and not a very good one).

But I want to tell you a joke.

A physicist goes to a convention and stays at a cheap hotel. He’s there sleeping one night and he wakes up because he smells smoke. He sits up and sees a fire. Panicking he looks around the room and he sees a faucet and a bucket. He runs over, grabs the bucket, puts it under the faucet, performs some quick mental calculations… and fills the bucket with just enough water to throw it on the fire and put it out.

Same situation, Engineer. In his hotel, smells smoke, wakes up, sees flames, sees faucet, bucket, runs over and fills the bucket to the top and uses that to douse the flame.

Same situation, Mathemetician. In his hotel, smells smoke, wakes up, sees flames, sees faucet, a bucket. He sits up in bed and screams, “A SOLUTION EXISTS!” And goes back to sleep.

My degree is in Mathematics. But L. Ron was an Engineer and like the Engineer in the joke, he used a sledgehammer approach to solving problems. One thing I’ve noticed about a lot of bad Engineers that I’ve worked with is that they find a solution and then they totally focus on that one answer like it’s the only possible answer. (Good Engineers don’t have this problem.) L. Ron came up with a concept for how the brain works and then stopped accepting the possibility that any other explanation was possible… like a really, really bad engineer.

Anyway, I just thought I’d share that with ya.

That was interesting Pencilneck, as I said, I know nothing about it so you’ve shed a modicum of light for me. Thanks.

Hey, I’m still kickin’, worked out at World’s as promised. Started off with twenty minutes cardio next to a smokin hot babe, who helped me remember the fringe benefits of going to Worlds. Then:
Bench, 3x225, 2x245, 2x255, 2x265, 2x275
Hang Power cleans
3x135, 3x185, 2x205, 1x225, 1x245
Deadlifts
3x275, 3x315, 3x365, 1x385, 1x405
Plus 5 sets leg press with 8x500-600
plus 4 sets calf raises with same weight

It was great to do some real lifting. Everything was RAW, because I didnt bring my lifting gear with me from Costa Rica (dumb ass). Grip was horrible, and I’ve lost strength of course, but not too bad in bench (I guess those executive stack workouts have maintained me a bit, whereas my pulling has gone to hell).
Hey, I’m happy, and dead tired the good way. Doc

Jeez, I did my first real workout in two months and nobody noticed. Then again, I didnt lift anything worth noticing. My body, however, noticed…I’m sore from traps to toes. Good soreness, just walking like I have Parkinson’s disease.

 The drama at work is amazing, like a movie. I saw a patient, a young woman now, who I personally saved from death seven or eight separate occassions during her childhood-cut her down from a hanging attempt, talked her off a bridge, an eighty foot tall Banyan tree, and saved her from many OD's. She had a little slip, but is now mature and determined to live and make something of her life as a child counselor. I couldn't have been more proud, and I got teary eyed with her even though my estrogen is under control!

At the same time the hospital continues to work me to death yet expects me to stay there forever. No comprendo.

I am getting on a plane Thursday evening to surprise my wife with a Valentine's Day visit and three day weekend. I can honestly say I think we will have a wonderful time together...absence does make the heart grow fonder.

This is my mushy post for Valentine's since I'll be on the plane then. So all you guys...treat your women well.           Doc

Safe travels Doc

Good luck with the Valentines thing Doc.
I was fortunate enough to steal a kiss from the lovely lady in the gym today - a Valentines day kissing booth had been set up so I coughed up a couple of bucks and sampled the ladies lips.

makes it hard to concentrate on your session after something like that, still, what a great session - plenty of inspiration there… :slight_smile: Hope she allows me another one tomorrow…

Glad you’re getting back into a real gym. Watching smoking hot babes is my cardio. Take care of yourself at work, too. I was just watching that shit that went on up in New York with the pissed off client. Probably read this when you get back so hope you had a great homecoming.

[quote]hel320 wrote:
Glad you’re getting back into a real gym. Watching smoking hot babes is my cardio. Take care of yourself at work, too. I was just watching that shit that went on up in New York with the pissed off client. Probably read this when you get back so hope you had a great homecoming. [/quote]
Got in safe and sound, wonderful homecoming. Dog did cartwheels and talked to me for half an hour (I’m not kidding, if he could just enunicate better, I’d have him on TV making me a million bucks). Wife and I feel like honeymooners again. My son grew two or three inches since I left, seriouly.
Hel, what shit went on up in New York? Missed the news the last couple of days. And thanks, yeah, there is NO substitute for getting back to a real gym and using real weight again. Nothing else comes close. You can make yourself puke doing high intensity sets on machines, supersets, giant sets, century sets, whatever, but nothing like heavy barbell lifting gets your muscles sore all the way to the bones! Doc

Here’s a description of the New York incident I got from a news site:

In New York a man butchered a Manhattan psychologist, Kathryn Faughey, 56.
The killer slashed Faughey 15 times with a meat cleaver and a 9-inch knife at her office on Tuesday evening. A psychiatrist who worked in the building, Kent Shinbach, came to Faughey’s rescue and was badly injured by the attacker, who stabbed him and pinned him to the wall before stealing $90. Police said he was hospitalized in serious but stable condition.
The suspect left behind several clues, dropping two bags near the basement door where he escaped. The bags were filled with adult diapers and women’s clothing, eight knives, rope and duct tape that were not apparently used in the attack, police said.

Police also recovered three knives at the scene, including a 9-inch knife and a meat cleaver that were apparently bent from the force of the attack. Faughey’s office was in tatters, with furniture overturned, shades torn and blood sprayed on the walls and pooled on the floor.

Investigators initially believed the killer may be a patient of Faughey, but were also questioning other acquaintances.

Faughey, a licensed psychologist and graduate of Yeshiva University in the Bronx, described herself as a specialist in cognitive behavioral therapy. On her Web site, Faughey said she treated patients for relationship issues, coping with breakups, anxiety, panic attacks, stress over job changes and online intimacy, such as relationship issues arising from computer and text messaging.

Damn! That’s fucked up.

I wonder which of those things she treats, was the cause of her attackers rage?

Or maybe he’s just nuts.

I caught some of this story today. Dont know if Faughey is attractive, but I know from many colleagues that attractive female shrinks are far more prone to get staulkers and psychos obsessed with them. When I meet young med students who are considering psych, I always warn the pretty ones what they might be facing. Sometimes they can avoid the problem with choosing a niche with low “perv” risk, such as pediatric psych or geriatric psych.

 I have had a few female stalkers myself, and one gay man who was obsessed with me also. I also have been seriously attacked four times in my career by psychotic or drugged up addicts in a rage. It is good that I am big and strong, and that I did a year as a bouncer...because I needed to defend myself against these attacks, and did. I often joke that my best moment in psychiatry was when this 20 year old, trust fund young man who was a black belt in MMA came over my desk in a PCP rage.

He threw a roundhouse at my face, I blocked it with my right forearm, and then grabbed him by the neck, choking him while telling him to “Sit your ass down while I call the cops on you.” He did. My wife was in the doorway watching, horrified, and she thought it was a terrible event and was shaken and crying. I couldnt have been happier, as the boy knew he had met his match and sat and waited for the cops.

I may love that story, but I also know if the guy had a gun, I would be dead and no amount of self defense heroics can help you in certain circumstances.              Doc

I reckon you’d be surprised at your bravado in a situation where a firearm is involved.
I have tackled a bloke with a gun and held him until the police came - damn stupid thing to do but he was attempting to draw the firearm, so I jumped him and I’ve got no doubt you’d do the same Doc. A fella your size and with your experience could handle any thing!

So you’re saying if I want to go see a shrink, the females are going to be ugly… forewarned is forearmed I guess - thanks Doc.