"That was a good job sleeping last night. You went to sleep within a decent time after getting into bed and then only got up once (or twice, it’s hell getting old) to pee. Two good points last night: 1. You didn't spend much time lying (or is laying?) there staring at the ceiling worrying about shit and stuff like that. And, 2) You didn't get on the computer or even look out the window like you normally do when you got up to pee. So, good job all around. No real complaints!"
Or maybe...
"Okay, so that wasn't quite what we were hoping for. Took a long time to get to sleep and then slept on your left side which meant weird dreams. But, at least you stuck with it and didn't get up and then decide you were hungry and get a bowl of cereal or something. So, still making progress."
You know, positive reinforcement type stuff. I think it's working. I might even expand this to other aspects of life.
"That was a damn fine blog you wrote today dude. I really enjoyed it. Funny, touching, thoughtful and it showed both your boyish charm and your manliness. The babes are really gonna eat that one up. And solid job with the commenting. You hit a lot of blogs today and made sure to comment on a couple that you haven't commented on in a while. That was good. Excellent day in the bloggerhood."
And of course...
"Okay, so you were pretty strong on Twitter tonight. Didn't say anything too stupid or creepy. And, no arguments or anything like that. Probably could have jumped in there a little more instead of just watching everyone else. But, all in all, a good night."
I think this holds some promise. Especially if I keep it positive and build on it.
Also … I was going to post this last week but something got in the way. But, that something only gave me another chance to compliment myself…
“Great job on getting through that kidney stone dude. I know it was rough. Especially that lying (or is it laying?) down trying to sleep until you just couldn’t stand the pain any longer and then getting up and trying to walk it off for a bit. Then getting into the chair as the pain subsided and trying again to get a little sleep only to have the discomfort level go to ‘10’ again and have to get up and walk around a bit again. Then back to bed, back to walking around and back to the chair and then through it all again. That was rough and the pain was freaking crazy, but you got through it. Well done. Oh, and good job passing that bitch and not suffering for several days or even a couple of weeks like happens to some people. Oh sure, it would be nice if you had one of those doctors who hands out good pain meds like child predators hand out candy at the city park, but you don’t. So, you had to just man up and suffer through it. Very impressive! I’m proud of you.”
And, I’ve also decided that this woman right here is cheering me on each day and not the Paraguayan national team at the World Cup:
Yeah, I think this new Mr. Positive thing is going to work out just fine.
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