There’s a new addition to the household – hatched just last night (Friday). So far it’s just a wriggling ball of bare skin and yellow fluff, fiercely guarded by parents Bolly and Doz. Tentatively called “Peeps”.
(Dorian Grey is Very Fierce.)
Miss Constance J. Woodle the Toy poodle (who is very fluffy in her luxuriant winter coat!) alerted us last night – her hearing is of course much better than ours. She also has a sore eyelid – we’ll be off to the vet on Monday to see what that’s about. Poodles are quite prone to ingrown hairs in their eyelids; I’m hoping this is something cheap and quick to fix rather than something which requires $$$surgical intervention.
We have had some rain in the last 24 hours, and Mr Beloved also heard a different, not so happy sound from the front room – yep, a BLOODY LEAK in our brand new roof! NOT HAPPY. Will be calling the roofers on Monday to see if we can get them out here to sort it out. At goodness only knows what expense… and I expect somehow we’ll have to move things from the front room (to WHERE?!?!) so it can be fixed.
Most times when I have an appointment with my Helpful Psychologist, I go on my own – but since I knew that the Unhelpful Psychiatrist Who Has Since Been Sacked From My Team (phew, even using the acronym is long – UPWHSBSFMT!) had written a letter to my Helpful Psychologist, we decided it would be prudent to have Mr Beloved along to help explain what happened.
So off we trotted to the appointment on Friday morning. And it was a good idea having Mr Beloved along, since even talking about the UPWHSBSFMT was upsetting. Her letter to the Helpful Psychologist showed that yep, we weren’t just not on the same page – we weren’t even in the same damn LIBRARY! Her representation of what I had said was completely topsy turvey. She also asked that I start a type of therapy that 1) I have no interest in undertaking and 2) my Helpful Psychologist is not trained in! ARRRRRRRGH!!! This combined with her close-mindedness about any other approach than hers is, I can now see, typical of the way she was interacting with me.
I feel quite validated in sacking the UPWHSBSFMT. I also feel that my little list (cue Gilbert and Sullivan “Mikado” earworm!) is validated.
As I have mentioned, I am waiting to see a new psychiatrist – but that appointment isn’t until the end of September. Meanwhile, I’m working on anxiety issues with the Helpful Psychiatrist, although a lot of the time I feel like this:
(The brilliant cartoonist who is responsible for these images also suffers from depression and writes here about using meditation techniques to help…)
I see the Helpful Psychologist again on Tuesday to work on “defusion” techniques… usually I wouldn’t go again so soon, but the government has changed its policy on accessing mental health services and I had to organise to use up the sessions I am allowed to have before November. (After November I’m not sure what will happen – my private health fund may or may not cover the necessary visits – things could get very tight and fraught. We shall see.)
If you’re reading this post on my actual blog (and I know mostly we all use blog reader aggregation or other networked links instead these days) you’ll see a new button over on the sidebar. It looks like this:
I’ve linked to it because I think it’s a good initiative, and maybe someone will find it helpful. Gawd knows if you’ve read more than one post on this poor blog, (or any of my previous livejournal posts or blogs that have vanished into the internet ether) you know that I struggle with mental illness Every.Single.Day. I’m very open about it, not least because I live in Australia where our universal health care system means I can get treatment even though I have a very limited income. Talking about it could eventually bite me on the bum, I guess – but so far, so good.
I don’t talk about my battles with bipolar disorder and anxiety just to whinge about them – (although sometimes it might seem my blogs are one long whine!). The reason I talk about mental illness ALL THE TIME is that I think talking about it helps de-stigmatise it. And despite greater education and lots of well meaning campaigns, there is still a stigma. I think a lot of people are scared of mental illness – scared of not knowing what to do to help, sacred of what might happen … perhaps even scared that it could happen to them. (And statistics show that this last is more likely than you think.)
And you know what? Sometimes the abso-bloody-lutely simplest thing is the best thing you can do. Just ask someone “Are you okay?” – and LISTEN, really listen, to the answer. If you feel you can do more than that, at work, at sport, at school or uni – then please, go and sign up to get more info. Costs you nothing – could save a life.
It should be every day. But of course, compassion fatigue overwhelms us all – so many causes, so many worthy ideas. If ONE person who reads my blog would just ask someone who needs it RUOK? – I will be grateful.