Therapy.
There are all kinds of therapy for all kinds of issues. I know. I’ve had more than my share.
I’ve been bent and twisted on a chiropractor’s table. I’ve been steamed to near lobster perfection in many a sweat lodge. I’ve been made to look much like an escapee from a Clive Barker flick during acupuncture. There have been countless types of drug and vitamin therapies none of which helped my disabilities in the least. Most only made some other part of me go wierd until the therapy ended.
The depression that all of this brought is treated by its very own list of therapies. But this is where The Bull decided to get off the train. I *have* to take a handful of meds twice everyday and I had no desire to add one more to screw around with my thought processes. Yep, by the time I reached this point I *was* suicidal. Who wouldn’t be? It was a messed up way to be thinking and I knew it to be so. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to swallow even one more pill. Instead I asked the V.A., to assign me a pshrink, even if it was an intern. Just someone to bitch at/with. Someone neutral. Someone with no agenda. The V.A. agreed and all was well.
Now I’m married, with three more kids – all under 5, with even more physical issues and all the old ones as well. How do I handle it? I talk. I talk with my wife continually and to others when I can. But during those sleepless hours during the long, dark, lonely nights, I have this blog – and you, the Reader.
The Bull Speaks! really is a labor of love. Through these many lines of code I’ve found a means of keeping a pain-med saturated mind functional, a means of entertainment, and best of all – a pain-free, low-cost, method of mental therapy. So, I write when the body allows and I think about it when I’m alone. At every chance I try new things in hopes of making your visit enjoyable. So do not be surprised at the occassional hour or so of down-time as I repair some goof. Remember, I’m as new to code as I am a veteran to pain.
The Bull. ![]()








































