I’m Back (in more than one sense) March 4, 2012

After about a week’s hiatus I have returned!  I know you’ve missed me.  What happened?  Well, let me explain……

I don’t think I’ve written about being Bi-Polar. It’s terribly trendy at the moment and I hate to be the height of fashion so it’s something I tend not to talk about.  Actually I have what’s known as Bi – Polar II or Cyclothymia which means I get all of the fun of the lows without the highs, and my ‘normal’ is what the average person on the street would register as unhappy.  Even on meds the best I get is ‘Meh!’

Anyway, I hit the worst low I’ve had for a long time last week.  By last Monday I was calling my husband at work, asking him to come home because I was worried I was going to do something to myself.  By Wednesday I was self harming and by Friday it was like it had never happened.  One of the big issues of cyclothymia is that the mood swings are so rapid and disabling.

So I’ve been resting for the past couple of days.  I spent yesterday making jewellery and playing with my new phone.  Today I have been exercising with my husband.  That was so much fun! despite the fact that he is training for his 3rd London Marathon he struggled as much as me with the DVD we were following.  Hooray!  I felt better about myself because of it.

Then we went to the shops together, as a couple.  We had some quality time which was really nice.

So here I am again.  Tomorrow I can start writing about interesting things again.

For once I am looking forward to tomorrow!

You couldn’t call it dull……….. January 29, 2012

Wow.  I haven’t posted since Monday.  So much seems to have happened.

Tuesday night I went out with other half for dinner to a local pub/restaurant.  Part of the meal was being paid by me being a mystery shopper, and as I had stayed away Sunday night in order to work on Monday as a photography tutor, and Wednesday was 24 years since we met, it seemed appropriate that we had a ‘date night’ (I hate that phrase but there isn’t an English equivalent).

Wednesday arose, but unfortunatley I was dragged into it feeling rather nauseous.  I’m the first to admit that I’d had a few glasses of wine, and feeling sick had gone off to lie on the bathroom floor, where I slept for a few hours.  I am an experienced wine drinker and this exceeded a hangover. I had food poisoning!

I work from home and at 8.45am the house phone rang.  I don’t generally answer any call from a number that begins ’08xx’.  They’re always trying to sell me something! I also don’t answer calls from witheld numbers, because I am unaturally suspicious, but this was outside of office hours so I did.

There had been a death in the family.  Not a dreadfully shocking, too young to die kind of death, but a very elderly relative who had recently been in hospital.  It was still very sad news, more so when you consider that he was my Father in Law‘s last remaining sibling.

Father in Law took the news remarkably well, possibly aided by his dementia (see The Dementia Diary) and was only concerned about getting his condolence card in the post.

Thursday I got a call from a potential client.  She was one of those people who have the un-erring knack of rubbing me up the wrong way.  Her attitude when talking to me got me really upset and I carried that with me all day.

On Friday I ‘happened’ upon this wrong-rubbing woman in a local park (I generally walk dogs for a living).  SHE WAS RUDE!  I hadn’t imagined it.  At some level I was glad I hadn’t as I do tend to take things to heart even when I shouldn’t.  I walked away from her, rounded the corner, and promptly slipped on the mud onto a full bag of dog poo! Nice!

So I guess that Saturday and today have been spent recovering and getting ready for the coming week.  I don’t know what’s in store but I know you couldn’t call it dull.