Quote from: Techno on 27 January 2015, 03:51:49 PM
I've only used the 'zappometer' up to strength 13......It goes up to 99.

I've just hacked the zappometer.  Hang on, let me just organise everyone to look at the webcam ... Little to the left, Techno ... little more ... strength 99 - ENGAGE!

Ooooh! He's flipping about like a landed trout. 

Taking it off my wife's for an epidural, she hadn't turned it off! Yowie! 

Ouch!!!!!!!

So she turned it on full whack instead of off!  Hmmmmmmmmm, wonder whether she realised?   

(Must admit I have accidently turned the level up instead of off, you soon learn to check what you are doing, for some reason 'Pavlov's dogs' comes to mind.     )

Strange - I keep reading the title of this thread as "Do we need to be medically sectioned". Quite possibly. 

Well I dont - got a certificate to prove I'm sane.

IanS

Certificates written in crayon don't count, Ian. 
Cheers - Phil

I used very good quality crayons!

Every letter a different colour.

No - printed on watermarked paper with a 'ospital crest ont.

IanS

Quote from: fsn on 27 January 2015, 04:54:14 PM
I've just hacked the zappometer.  Hang on, let me just organise everyone to look at the webcam ... Little to the left, Techno ... little more ... strength 99 - ENGAGE!
Ooooh! He's flipping about like a landed trout. 

That smarts !.....You oik !! 
Cheers - Phil

I did have a friend who had a certificate to prove that she was sane.  A proper one.

120 Pikemen for ECW (plus one coach driver - thanks Leon) - Check
Bases filed - Check
Undercoated in light grey - Check
Conjuctivitus - Che... Oh bugger. 

Poop!

Quote from: Last Hussar on 02 February 2015, 03:03:47 PM
I did have a friend who had a certificate to prove that she was sane.  A proper one.

Me too; he'd suffered from extreme bi-polar and was "cured".

Quote from: mad lemmey on 22 August 2014, 10:29:07 PM
My turn:
Depression.
Tell someone.
I didn't and it nearly ended my teaching career.
Councilling and drugs. Still have 'black days' where I can feel the black tendrils creeping in, but I know the signs now.

Since I've 'come out' about it, so many of my friends have admitted to it. Let people know, it does make it easier. I spent three months being ashamed, don't be!
Hugs
Will

Hey Lemmey, hope everything is going well for you on this front. I lost my best friend last year to depression, no-one had any idea he was suffering, he managed to hide it form everyone. It had such a devastating effect on everyone close to him and the one thing we all said was "why didn't he say something" but I guess you don't know what it's like until you've been there.

Thank you for asking. 
Sorry for your loss.

Sob-story warning! Feel free to skip this next bit!
There were times when thoughts like that flitted through my mind, but I would never act on them, it's just stupid ideas creeping in. I knew it, and it was one of the things the doctor and I were glad I was able to contain.
That's probably the first time I've ever talked about this outside the friends and family.
The depression is still there, but I know it's there. I could spend a lot of time telling myself I'm hopeless and not worth it, then I get home and my smallest daughter launches herself at me and all is good!
Plus I know what to do, sort of. 
It makes such a difference talking. Never be afraid to talk.
It's a good bunch of lads here who do look after you, emails ping behind the scenes. Friends from old rallied round, friends of new shared their advice.

It's all good really!