Monday, December 30, 2013

My Trip in Numbers

I arrived home from the UK this morning at 7:12. Here is the bare bones of my month away.

2 times lost but enjoying the adventure so didn’t care
2 falls
5 bruises from playing tug of war with a 58 kg dog
37 train/trams caught
9 kg gained (today begins the living off oranges diet)
88 million birthday presents
1 family Christmas
1 dad absent for Christmas
73 packets of Polo mints purchased
2 new family members met
1 child fallen in love with
1 child fallen in love with me
3 cities, but many towns visited
1 amazing day at the Tate Modern
4 beds slept in
1 piece of writing started
46 hours in the air
6 hours in Dubai
1 horse fallen in love with
0 spiders seen
3 enjoyable coffees
1 man slipped my email address to on a tram and continued to communicate with
3 times too cold and wet to enjoy self
1 time ice-skated
0 times fallen whilst ice-skating for the first time!
1kg of rice boiled into mush
$70 spent on the ingredients for my birthday cake, of which I had one (heavenly) slice
1 cat missed
3 German inspired Christmas markets visited
1 hospital trip
1.1 kg American Cream Soda (sherbet) purchased for mother
7 cups of mulled wine consumed
1 falling out of bed experience

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Discoveries Made Today (By Me)

Discoveries Made Today:

  • Valium and caffeine cancel each other out (I’m not sure to what extreme that would work).

  • Traffic is good if you leave home just before 9am, but wait 15 minutes and you hit road works.

  • I’m really assertive in my head; it doesn’t often make it to my mouth though.

  • Installing a new computer game can take hours.

  • I look good in all black with just a patch of purple on the tips of a black scarf for some contrast.

  • I can handle being in a busy shopping centre with the caffeine / lots of Valium combination.

  • I can cope with cold better than most (Australian) people – this gives me some hope for up coming UK trip. (13 days)


  • Buying the fromagerie for sale in Toorak is probably an unwise life decision when I’m in my pyjamas by 6pm.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Fatty

I thought it might be about time I updated this thing.

I’ve been out of hospital four weeks today and it’s going well. I’m in a weekly therapy group, today was my third session; it runs from 10 – 3, so it’s kind of a long day for me. I think it will prove useful, there’s a lot of content to cover, but also plenty of time to talk about what’s going on in our lives, as it’s a small group I don’t find it intimidating.

I gained 8kg during my time in hospital, thanks to being opposite a huge chocolate shop and only being able to go on walks when I had visitors. In that sort of hospital - where people can be admitted for months at a time - there really should be a little gym – just a couple of treadmills and exercise bikes would suffice. They have movement therapy, Pilates and yoga classes, but I don’t like to sweat in groups. Since discharge I’ve lost 1-2kg of what I gained, some days it’s 1 and others 2, so I’m not sure. Since I was already overweight this extra gain is upsetting. I’m having trouble shifting it because I’m craving sugar almost constantly and I can’t motivate myself to exercise. I wish I still had a horse; riding is so good for your core and thighs, and all the lifting you have to do with hay and general horse maintenance gives you great strength. I always came first (or sometimes second to an enormous muscular beast of a girl) in discus and shot put at school.

No word on living arrangements yet. I had an interview but then they requested some more information on my anxiety, so my psychologist and I had to put together an anxiety action plan in my last session. I was hoping to have the trial stay before the UK trip, but that’s looking unlikely, as we leave in 21 days.

Travel itinerary is Depart Melbourne 28/11, arrive Manchester after a horrible 26-hour flight, changing in Dubai. 9/12 train to Edinburgh, where my Mum and brother will stay for four days and I seven. 20/12 train to London with Mum, brother, Aunt, two cousins and female cousin’s boyfriend, where we will stay for two nights. My to-experience thing is the Tate Modern. During my stay in Edinburgh I might take a solo trip up to the highlands, I haven’t looked into the practicalities of this yet though. I might need some of the Edinburgh time to rest, that’s about the half way mark of the trip. I’m likely to be overwhelmed by all the family members wanting to see us, and all the things Mum wants to do. I don’t know how I’ll go having to be ‘on’ a lot of the time. There is stigma around mental illness, especially in the older members of society, my grandmothers know I’ve been unwell and in hospital etc. but I’m not sure they, or anyone else, is going to understand my limitations and how ridiculously easy I get tired. I think the anxiety surrounding this trip is outweighing the looking forwardness, but I’ll go.


Gaarh, 26-hours in sardine class is going to be shit. Thankfully our Melbourne departure is 8pm, so shortly after takeoff I can down my night meds and drift into another world.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Freedom. Coming Soon to a Girl Near You.

First shower since Wednesday proudly brought to you by bathroom, enjoy the wetness!

Unless I have another meltdown and start swearing at my Dr and saying I’d like to annihilate the whole world I’m going home on Thursday! Lithium seems to be doing its job, I’ve been a lot calmer since starting it only five days ago and have even experienced a bit of happiness. Yes, I’m still unwell, but two days short of seven weeks is an adequate admission. Having had no unaccompanied leave this whole time has been hard, but it was necessary, I can’t afford to do something stupid while I’m out and have this hospital ban me too. I’m running out of hospitals.

53 days until I leave for the UK. I’m still terrified, but now looking forward to it too; it will be nice to see everyone and I can’t wait to bask in Edinburgh’s glory once more. I’ve decided against going to France, it’s a bit tricky with our other commitments, and having been in here so long I’ve been unable to exploit C for French lessons and I don’t want to be the arrogant tourist who just expects everyone to speak to them in English because you know they all know it anyway.


Three friends have visited me while I’ve been in here, one of them a few times – good job A! Some have had legitimate reasons for not being able to come, others have at least made the effort to SMS, but many I’m disappointed with. I think if I get into this supported accommodation place - which is in a totally different area to anywhere I’ve lived - I’ll sever ties with a lot of people, find a new church and just start anew. I believe I have a fundamental flaw that pushes people away, or flashes a “danger danger, back away” sign, so maybe wherever I go people won’t love me en masse, but I think I can do better than my current situation.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Haunted By Beauty

Day 3587 in hospital. Lonely, bored but not well enough to leave. I’m sorry, I have nothing good to report, but here’s a cute picture of Lester to make up for it.



I’m having a blood test tomorrow because my Dr wants to put me on Lithium and they have to check levels etc before commencing that. I don’t have bi-polar, which is what Lithium is generally used for, but he says it can compliment what I’m already on.


I very briefly mentioned two posts ago that my Dr was looking into accommodation options for me. Well, he’s suggested a supported facility, which is in his public catchment area. We filled in the application together on Saturday and he sent it off today, so hopefully I’ll have an interview soon and it’s not horrible and filled with scarier patients than me. It is in a nice area though.

There’s a girl in here who is possibly the most beautiful person in the world, and she’s really nice. She was here last time I was and has been here as long as me this time. I see her multiple times a day in the dining room but I’m scared she won’t remember me from last time and I dress for comfort in hospital, so I’d look like a vagrant in her presence, hence we haven’t talked this time round. I can’t help but stare, she’s probably caught me and thinks I’m creepy, but really I’m just admiring one of God’s better creations. I want her eyebrows!