MedWorm provides a medical RSS filtering service. Over 6000 RSS medical sources are combined and output via different filters. This feed contains the latest medical blog items that have been tagged with 'annoying'. Sat, 03 Sep 2011 02:39:19 +0100 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=4952994&cid=t_160997_109_f&fid=34750&url=http%3A%2F%2Fpsychcentral.com%2Fblog%2Farchives%2F2011%2F06%2F17%2Ffatherless-on-fathers-day%2F {Holidays, 2008} This Father’s Day, I’ll be spending the day at my dad’s gravesite. It’ll be two years this August since my father passed away. I thought the wounds would heal by now. But they haven’t. Instead, it feels like the scar tissue is healing all wrong. The first year was a blur. Days dissolving into one another, melting like the clock in one of my father’s favorite Dali paintings. Days spent focused on checking off items on a to-do list. Months spent trying to carve out some sort of a routine in a half-empty house. Time heals all wounds; you hear that all the time. But I don’t think that’s true. Time tears off the Band-Aid, little by little, instead of ripping it off in one fell swoop. As the days, weeks, months and years go by, you just get caught... World of Psychology blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=4952994 Fri, 17 Jun 2011 10:11:12 +0100 4952994 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=4852941&cid=t_160997_109_f&fid=34750&url=http%3A%2F%2Fpsychcentral.com%2Fblog%2Farchives%2F2011%2F05%2F22%2F5-ways-to-silence-your-inner-critic%2F A few years back, Health Journal columnist Melinda Beck penned an amazingly accurate and helpful article in the Wall Street Journal about the self-criticism that so often accompanies depression and anxiety. Not only was I delighted that she approached such a difficult and complicated aspect of our illness with compassion and insight, but I was ecstatic to see myself as one of the “experts” mentioned with suggestions on how to silent the annoying voice that says we are incapable, weak, and worthless. Depression and self-criticism, of course, are great companions. Beck writes: Unrelenting self-criticism often goes hand in hand with depression and anxiety, and it may even predict depression. In a study of 107 patients in the latest issue of Comprehensive Psychiatry, David M. Dunkl... World of Psychology blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=4852941 Sun, 22 May 2011 10:35:44 +0100 4852941 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=3200484&cid=t_160997_109_f&fid=34750&url=http%3A%2F%2Fpsychcentral.com%2Fblog%2Farchives%2F2010%2F01%2F22%2F10-good-things-about-depression%2F A radio talk host recently asked me this question: “If you could have had your way and never deal with a mood disorder in your life, would you do that. Or has the depression, somehow, enhanced your life?” Thankfully he asked that question on a fairly stable day, when I wasn’t counting up the years until I could become a member of AARP and be closer to the finish line. Had he asked me during my two suicidal years, I think I would have shot back, “Go to hell, dude. Why not ask a 10 year old dying with Leukemia to give you a list of goodies that illness has bestowed?” I immediately thought of Peter Kramer’s eloquent 2005 article in the New York Times Magazine titled “There’s Nothing Deep About Depression.” Kramer explained that he penned h... World of Psychology blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=3200484 Fri, 22 Jan 2010 19:00:09 +0100 3200484 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2859111&cid=t_160997_136_f&fid=39027&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lrdlc.dreamhosters.com%2F2009%2F08%2Fmirrors-and-stares%2F I’ve never been a big fan of mirrors. They have a way of showing me too much reality. I wish they only reflected me from the neck up. But, nope, it’s all there. The worst is the dreaded after-shower mirror glance. Showers start off nice. They can be relaxing, refreshing, enlivening. They can make me feel young and alive. But stepping out, toweling off, and catching my reflection in the mirror is always jarring and unsettling. In my head I’m a 28 year old dude and that’s it. But not in the mirror. It shows me a twisted, misshapen form. It shows me skin wrapped tight against bone. It shows me scars and weird angles. It shows me an old, crooked man with my head on him. Every f.ing time. I haven’t gotten used to it. I hate the reminder of disability. Another disab... Cancer, life, and me blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=2859111 Thu, 13 Aug 2009 09:04:31 +0100 2859111 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=2859114&cid=t_160997_136_f&fid=39027&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lrdlc.dreamhosters.com%2F2009%2F07%2Ftime-to-flex-my-fingers%2F Every now and then I suppose I’ll take a break from the writing. There can be a fine line between releasing the darkness and getting consumed by it. If I write day after day, it can get to be too depressing for me. I took a small break beginning with the Shawntel posts. The result was almost a week of kissing, hugging, tears and saying “I love you” to each other. Just the kind of ammo I need. I also forgot about the pain for moments at a time. It was great. I would have gladly never written another word after that last post. But the pain came knocking harder. The last few days have been especially rough. It’s to the point where my eyes water spontaneously, out of the blue. I can feel better, but then I’ll be asleep. Pain or sleep? Such f.ed up options. On thos... Cancer, life, and me blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=2859114 Tue, 28 Jul 2009 01:38:23 +0100 2859114 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1931410&cid=t_160997_177_f&fid=38134&url=http%3A%2F%2Fbabybound.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F11%2F03%2Fim-annoying-sorry%2F Sorry.  No picts of that horrid costume.  Just know that after several walks through the car wash and a sandblaster, the glitter has all been extracted from my pores. Ugh.  On a different note.  I know something.  Something very good.  Something very very juicy.  But something that would absolutely ruin people if leaked.  Change a whole gaggle of lives.  And honestly?  I really wish I didn’t know. Its not hard to keep secrets.  While I am known through a few circles as a gossip, anyone that really knows me knows their secrets are safe with me.  Big ones.  Secrets that matter.  I am never out to ruin people’s lives and frankly find it less daunting to get involved. But this time its different.  This one seems dangerous.    It effects me.  I’m an innocent ... B a b y B o u n d blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=1931410 Mon, 03 Nov 2008 21:18:03 +0100 1931410 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=1097215&cid=t_160997_109_f&fid=34750&url=http%3A%2F%2Fpsychcentral.com%2Fblog%2Farchives%2F2007%2F12%2F15%2Fto-shop-or-not%2F Today I choose not to. I’m usually a pretty laid-back individual when it comes to shopping in my free time. However, shopping during the holidays is my worst nightmare. I get nervous about shopping with hordes of people and I am over-stimulated and distracted with all the shiny, brightly-lit everything. Staring too long at the Christmas lights puts me into a Holiday coma. If I manage to tare myself away from the decorations, I realize I’ve completely lost track of my list and the purpose of the shopping trip. On a few occasions, I’ve shopped for a couple of hours, only to find that standing in long lines with screaming children is more than I can take. I end up leaving all my items there and walking out of the store. Many times I’ve had to suppress the urge to run screaming fro... World of Psychology blogs http://www.medworm.com/rss/comments.php?id=1097215 Sat, 15 Dec 2007 14:46:48 +0100 1097215 http://www.medworm.com/index.php?rid=674222&cid=t_160997_134_f&fid=34847&url=http%3A%2F%2Fsixuntilme.com%2Fblog1%2F2007%2F06%2Fan_open_letter_to_shoes.html Dear Shoes,I'll come right out and say it:   I'm concerned.  I'm not sure if you have incredibly swollen feet trapped in shoes made of lead, or if perhaps you are stricken with a disease that leaves you clomping around like a yeti, but either way I want to reach through the ceiling and punch you in the face.I've lived below you for almost a year now, and at first I didn't know of you at all.  You were just another tenant in this condo building with an assigned parking spot and a cute table and chair set out on the deck.  Oh Shoes, at first I thought it was a thunder storm, rolling and swirling in a spot strategically located above my kitchen counter.  Then I realized it was you and your fleet of horses (maybe it's just one black lab) running back and forth acr... 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