My granddaughter who just graduated from college and moved to Minneapolis, five hours from her home and friends. She doesn't know anyone yet and is lonesome. During the week it is ok as she is at work, but the weekends are bad. She is used to all the socializing at college.

The direction our country is going...the politians in both parties who are out of control and the majority of people who are more interested in Dancing with the Stars and American Idol, while we are being lead down the road to ruin. :(

Political? Well, you asked.

I'm still waiting on the test results that will determine whether I need chemotherapy. And really, really worried about that. It's been over three weeks!

The doctor's office finally called this morning and said the results are in, and scheduled an appointment with the dr. for Monday afternoon. But she wouldn't give me the basic results over the phone. Said she'd talk with the doc and if they could, someone would call me back.

I'm not a worrier...I have faith that everything will eventually turn out for the good...OH, I worry about someone stopping by and the house not being clean and things like that but nothing major...

I have a daughter that worries, so maybe she does my share.....

Just add my name to Marilyn's post. Scary times indeed. I fear for my kids and future grand kids.

My foot, it's hurting and swelling.

Also add my name to Marilyn's post. I write my US congressman and US representative almost weekly. Guess that is all I can do.

...the majority of people are more interested in Dancing with the Stars and American Idol, while we are being lead down the road to ruin... Aint' it the truth!

I'm worried about my family. This has been a horrible year for us.

Brother #1 lost his home, and everything in it, in a fire, very little insurance.

Brother #2 has heart/stroke issues and has gone blind.

Brother #3 had his leg amputated because of an infection complicated by Spinal Bifida and can't work for a while.

Older niece and nephew, both brillant, beautiful people, are headed down highways to destruction. There's no reasoning with them. Both have children they can hardly provide for and I'm sure nephew will be producing more, many more.

I don't know if MIL is actually suffering from a form a dimentia, or if she's just getting meaner, but I do worry about her. She won't take the right medications; she takes too many of the wrong ones. She won't tell her doctors what's really bothering her; she won't drink water, but suffers from reoccurring bladder infections that now won't go away. She has trouble hearing, but won't wear both hearing aids. The clinic told her the batteries were bad; I bought her 20 new packs of them. She won't change them. She says the old ones work "good enough." Arrrrrgh.

The list goes on.

I've been bothered with more health issues this year, too. Diabetes problems, heart problems, skin problems, and a breast scare.

Thank goodness I have my Harry Dog for comic relief.

I'll be glad when the planets realign themselves.

Family of course. Lots going on that I won't get into.
DS's luck is usually when he does something right someone else screws up and it gets HIM in a bind.
DSis is in a really big bind as of last night.
Enough said.

I am sooo upset. I made a dear friend on e-bay. We had gotten to be good friends. I think I have made her mad at me. I had bought many many books from her. She and I started corresponding and one day she decided to send me some books out of the goodness of her heart. Well, about a week later I got an e-mail from her telling me she goofed and had she had sent some books to me that she was suppose to send to someone else that she had sold on ebay and told me the titles to them. Well, I was thinking that they were in the mail and she had accidently sent those three books to my address. All along they were in with the 20 odd books that she had sent to me free. I did not hear from her for awhile, even when I e-mailed her about goings on at my place and life in general. Usually we would correspond regularly. Then I e-mailed her after about 12 days and asked her why were those books taking so long to arrive that media mail is slow but this shouldn't take this long. Then she explained to me that they were in with those books that she sent to me back in May! I think she thought I was just going to keep them. I am just sick about the whole thing. I have lost her address to boot, and had made her a pen with a iris motiff on it and have no way to send it to her. I am heart broken as I think I have lost a friend over this. I am crying as I write this. She sent me several irises and I love them. I feel like I was stupid for not reading her e-mail more carefully. I hate myself right now!

I am not a worrier. I have lots of faith. My friends tell me that they will do the worrying for me. :o) I try to tell them that worrying does more harm than good and they agree with me and then go right on worrying.

Hello
I usually hang around Readers Paradise but love to read other Forums. Worrying is a wsste of time - I keep telling myself this but I have a 'worse case scenario' syndrome no matter how I try to control it it does revisit at certain unwelcome times.
I know I am not alone and I offer a short poem by Fleur Adcock that many may well relate to:

Things

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.

There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,

committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things

than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.

It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in

and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse

and worse.

Love from Jan UK

Comprehensive exams have consumed my worrying for the past two weeks. I am starting to get feedback on the parts I have to explain during the oral exam next Wednesday. Hard part is that I have already explained (in the written comps) the stuff I know well so now I am crash coursing my way through details and I can feel the butterflies taking up residence again.

I'm with Marilyn....God help America.

If I look too far into the future,I worry. Then,I realize I'm not promised tomorrow, so what's the point! From the time my husband was diagnosed with cancer in August 2007, until June 21,2008, I did enough worrying to last me a life time. In the end, the worry didn't even matter.

I worry about our country, our troops, the mass unemployment situation where people are losing everything they've worked their lives to achieve, some who are hungry, homeless now and without medical. I worry about my family: hubby, daughter, son-in-law, sister, and the future for my grandkids and greatgrandkids. I worry about those who are suffering from various illnesses. To love and care is to worry.

I worry about things i have no control over.

worried, but grateful my lymph nodes were clear after lumpetomy...(cancer) all else is one day at a time for family...

as for politics, gotta give it more than a few months...

I am not a worrier and my life is very good.

"as for politics, gotta give it more than a few months..."

I am among the ranks of the laid off. It is scary. I have never been without a job since I was a kid, and now that I am 51 nobody seems to want me.
I need pull my boot straps up and get back to work!

It is indeed tough.

Trin

My son.

Tammy

I am not worried anymore. LOL. I value this person friendship highly. We plan to meet each other later this summer. We have alot in common, and I thought I had messed up through a misunderstanding. Everything is cool. Yes, I am a worrier when it comes to my special friends. The ones I care about I get overly concerned. I don't like that about myself.

I worry about all my children and how they are doing.

I worry about my IRA. The funds are beyond my control. We are lead to believe that we are in control, but recent events have proven were were not - think Enron, Bear Strearns, Bernie Maddof, etc. So, do you invest it all in CDs, huh? right now, CDs are hardly staying even with inflation. Basic math tells me that an investment must make more than the inflation rate, else you are slowly going broke.

Worry. Worry. Worry. I do the best I can and then forget about it; one way to remain sane.

In the end it didn't matter...as CB said and that is the exact reason I refuse to worry. I think I learned that lesson a long long time ago. Occasionally I'll get uptight about something but I sort through it quickly and move on. Sometimes I think maybe I should be worrying more about the Lung Cancer and then I realize that I can't do a damned thing more than I am doing about it so I refuse to let it consume me or our life...

This da** shoulder of mine. The doctor was not happy with my shoulder, so I asked the sub therapist if we could drop the muscle strengthening and do the entire 30 minutes on aggressive therapy for the breaking the adhesion loose. I also told her I would like you working on me to finish up my therapy sessions. You focus on me and nothing else. Since them my regular therapist has been talking to other people while she is working on me worse than usual. So this morning when I went in she looked at me and asked what was wrong. I was not smiling and I always smile no matter what is going on in my life. I told her I was thinking of quitting therapy, but didn't tell her that she was the reason. Boy, she paid attention for the next 30 minutes and she got with it. She worked aggressively on me and had my muscles tap dancing. She put so much pressure on my arm she decided only to do 3 in each position. She said that's got to hurt, you tolerate pain well....yeah I do especially when I am mad. When I get mad I cry and I was near tears. Anyway she was concerned for me. I came home sore, but feeling better. Maybe the other therapist told her how I felt. I wouldn't care either way. BTW, she said she felt the shoulder drop a little, so maybe this will fix it.

I'm not a worrier.
What's the point of worrying about things outside my control?
That would be a waste of my time....

Ordinarily I am not a worrier & think it is a waste of time & energy on things that are totally out of my control. But I have had more than usual amount of things to ruminate on lately....... dh's health & work situation are concerning to name just a couple.

The state that our country is in and the direction in which it seems to be heading, my kids' and grandkids' financial futures and my DH's back problems. He's in pain everyday, takes medication. Some times it works, other times, not so much. He just turned 55. He's waaay too young to be in the physical shape that he's in.

I don't worry about things I have no control over.....took me lots of years to be able to do it.
I do have some concerns about two of my neighbors. One is in her mid 70's and has been sick off and on for over a year but despite lots of tests, no diagnosis has been made. My other is a young (to me) man in his early forties with a wife and two year old son. He drinks too much.

We are getting by. No money for trips or "shopping" right now. We never had a lot of money anyway but it's tighter now. I tend to worry all the time and it doesn't help. Sometimes if I'm feeling sorry for myself I look up photos of the Great Depression, the Dust Bowl, or worse pictures of the Holocaust. Then I feel pretty lucky.
My DH says how can you feel better after seeing those pictures, they're horrible. Yes, he's right, but seeing how much the rich have will not lift my spirits. I need to see how fortunate I really am...........

I used to be a major worrier. In fact I actually would fret if I didn't have something to worry about. Then one Sunday at church, the minister was preaching about worry. I will never ever forget that day because it was a huge turning point in my young life.

He read from the book of Matthew, Chapter 6 verse 25 and following. That sealed it right then and there and put worry right where it really belongs.
Worry never changed or will change anything and is a colossal waste of energy.

Helen

I'd love not to be a worrier and I'm better about it than I was a few years ago, but JanUK, that poem spoke to me!