lol I haven't slept a solid night since the roommate went away for work. He'll be gone 3 weeks. Home for a week, gone for another 10 days, home 2 weeks and gone again for 2 weeks. I won't really see him until October.
I've noticed this pattern with other people staying or living with me. If anyone is gone for an extended period of time, I tend not to sleep well, at all. I usually settle down after the first week has past, however this time, not so.
The apartment is making new noises in the early evening and after I've turned out the lights. We both noticed these noises about a month ago. Apparently I'm not completely on crack, or have gone crazy! The bangs, knocks, noises tend to sound like someone trying the door to the apartment. Once so convincing so, the roommate charged out of his room to the front door, opened it, intending to give whomever it was trying to get in, an ear full. No one was there. Another are the new footsteps on the roof of the building. There is a distinctive difference between the raccoon, birds walking across than their is a human. Only at night.
Not to mention the interesting, slight disturbing dreams I've been having. They're not nightmares, yet, although they're not nice. = no sleep.
Work Update:
A few things have happened in the past week that have made me question how long I'll actually stay there. I estimate I'll stay til after Christmas then start to seriously look elsewhere.
Without giving the intimate details of the questionable behaviour taking place, (I suspect my two bosses read this blog).... All I can say is; it will be next to impossible to confide and/or trust the management from this point moving forward.
The position itself if great. It's challenging at the moment, simply cos I've yet to wrap my head around my own position, whilst having to learn the tasks of another person at the same time. At the moment, I am 98% on my own. No one to fall back on, or ask questions while the management is away on holidays. If I mess it up, it will remain messed up. I won't sweat it. I'm doing the best I can, based on the limited time I've had to become confident with the things I put my name on.
Aside from all that. Life is pretty good. Only minor things to complain about.
Accutane Update:
My face... LOOKS FRIGGIN AWESOME! Even the hormonal breakouts I have, have minimized! Took long enough. :) Don't have to wear makeup to cover anything up, other than bags under my eyes lol.
Boys:
Nothing to mention at the moment.
That is all. :)
Monday, 20 August 2012
Thursday, 16 August 2012
I don't NEED to see.... do I? New Glasses.
Apparently I'm blind. Upon my recent eye examination, it appears I've gone from far sighted, to both, near and far. Resulting in TWO pairs of glasses.
Did you know there is a difference between reading & computer glasses? I did not.
Why can't I just continue to wear my farsighted eye wear and carry along?
I'm in between needing two pairs and requiring progressives. Ugh.
I really didn't think I needed a new prescription at all. Until I put on the new farsighted. Whola, I can see!
The "reading" glasses I think are a crock right now. I"m giving them a week to adjust as per the request of the doctor. After that, I can decide if I want to change them to "computer", keep the "reading" or scrap the both and go with progressive.
Apparently this is quite normal to have this discouragement about change.
I would love to hear from those of you who wear glasses, and have gone thru a similar experience, what to expect, what not too, suggestions, input in general.
Thanks!
Did you know there is a difference between reading & computer glasses? I did not.
Why can't I just continue to wear my farsighted eye wear and carry along?
I'm in between needing two pairs and requiring progressives. Ugh.
I really didn't think I needed a new prescription at all. Until I put on the new farsighted. Whola, I can see!
The "reading" glasses I think are a crock right now. I"m giving them a week to adjust as per the request of the doctor. After that, I can decide if I want to change them to "computer", keep the "reading" or scrap the both and go with progressive.
Apparently this is quite normal to have this discouragement about change.
I would love to hear from those of you who wear glasses, and have gone thru a similar experience, what to expect, what not too, suggestions, input in general.
Thanks!
Friday, 10 August 2012
One of My Sisters....
One of my sisters has been having a hard time finding a new family doctor. This has caused her enormous amounts of stress as she has MS, along with being on a cocktail of medications for various ailments.
She called me a few weeks ago to advise she'd been in the hospital for a brain hemorrhage, as she fell after the cat got between her legs and hit her head on the coffee table and almost bled out. First, I wasn't impressed that NO ONE called me until after the fact, at my sister "JC" request. She explained that she had been coming off some of her medication on her own, had some choice words for the cat just before she fell.
Thankfully the neighbour upstairs hear a lot of out of character noise from her apartment, called the cops, who found my sister bleeding out on the living room floor.
The day before the long weekend, I received a call from JC's husband. Advising that my sister was in the hospital again. After asking the appropriate questions, I learned she'd been having many manic episodes. Her husband found JC hunched over him at 3am, hissing and trying to bite him. WTF! He called an ambulance, having her admitted.
We talked for about an hour, reassuring him, he did the right thing, saved her life.
As it tuns out, she's been having a few manic episodes, and came off a life time of medication on her, waaaaaay to fast, and had a pyschotic break, from withdrawing too quickly. Landing her under observation for the long weekend. Immobilized, and when allowed outside, put into a straight jacket. Yes they still have those. Which I completely understand, as at that point she was a risk to herself and the professionals helping her.
Turns out she's been lying about her ailments for sometime, and was more self medicating to block out physical pain, along with a life time of memories of her childhood and abuse under my biological fathers hand.
A blessing in disguise. She will be entering rehab within the week for anywhere from 7-40 days. At which time, I've been handed the responsibility of calling all our family and informing them. She will be unreachable. No calls, no visits. She's getting a second chance at life. They will educate her about sobriety. And for those of you who do not know, being sober, is sober of all narcotics. You can not choose to be sober from drugs and still drink, or visa versa. Sober is sober,from everything. I really hope they drive that point home to her, and that she gets it. Although if she doesn't recover from this psychosis, she will likely be medicated the rest of her life.
Out of all my siblings, ( I have 5 of them), this is NOT the sister I thought would snap.
I spoke with her yesterday, and she's in denial. However, she is unaware that I know the truth of her situation. She sounds slightly off, and subdued. Her husband suspects she's had minor brain damage from the last episode. Could very well be.
I've had a lot of thoughts in the past week. First I was pissed at her for lying to me, instead of reaching for help. After all I've had my bout with mental illness too. Then realizing, like any addict, she didn't see anything wrong with her life, and pain management.
That's what I've been wrapping my head around lately.
Work is still good, and coming along nicely. Boys are still ridiculous liars. I'm doing something about my weight. :) However my stomach issues have been flaring up. To the point of exhaustion and seeking medical attention. I have an appointment with a specialist on the 23rd, I've been waiting 6 months for. Will be glad to discover what is causing the new flare ups. Food hates me in general these days.
She called me a few weeks ago to advise she'd been in the hospital for a brain hemorrhage, as she fell after the cat got between her legs and hit her head on the coffee table and almost bled out. First, I wasn't impressed that NO ONE called me until after the fact, at my sister "JC" request. She explained that she had been coming off some of her medication on her own, had some choice words for the cat just before she fell.
Thankfully the neighbour upstairs hear a lot of out of character noise from her apartment, called the cops, who found my sister bleeding out on the living room floor.
The day before the long weekend, I received a call from JC's husband. Advising that my sister was in the hospital again. After asking the appropriate questions, I learned she'd been having many manic episodes. Her husband found JC hunched over him at 3am, hissing and trying to bite him. WTF! He called an ambulance, having her admitted.
We talked for about an hour, reassuring him, he did the right thing, saved her life.
As it tuns out, she's been having a few manic episodes, and came off a life time of medication on her, waaaaaay to fast, and had a pyschotic break, from withdrawing too quickly. Landing her under observation for the long weekend. Immobilized, and when allowed outside, put into a straight jacket. Yes they still have those. Which I completely understand, as at that point she was a risk to herself and the professionals helping her.
Turns out she's been lying about her ailments for sometime, and was more self medicating to block out physical pain, along with a life time of memories of her childhood and abuse under my biological fathers hand.
A blessing in disguise. She will be entering rehab within the week for anywhere from 7-40 days. At which time, I've been handed the responsibility of calling all our family and informing them. She will be unreachable. No calls, no visits. She's getting a second chance at life. They will educate her about sobriety. And for those of you who do not know, being sober, is sober of all narcotics. You can not choose to be sober from drugs and still drink, or visa versa. Sober is sober,from everything. I really hope they drive that point home to her, and that she gets it. Although if she doesn't recover from this psychosis, she will likely be medicated the rest of her life.
Out of all my siblings, ( I have 5 of them), this is NOT the sister I thought would snap.
I spoke with her yesterday, and she's in denial. However, she is unaware that I know the truth of her situation. She sounds slightly off, and subdued. Her husband suspects she's had minor brain damage from the last episode. Could very well be.
I've had a lot of thoughts in the past week. First I was pissed at her for lying to me, instead of reaching for help. After all I've had my bout with mental illness too. Then realizing, like any addict, she didn't see anything wrong with her life, and pain management.
That's what I've been wrapping my head around lately.
Work is still good, and coming along nicely. Boys are still ridiculous liars. I'm doing something about my weight. :) However my stomach issues have been flaring up. To the point of exhaustion and seeking medical attention. I have an appointment with a specialist on the 23rd, I've been waiting 6 months for. Will be glad to discover what is causing the new flare ups. Food hates me in general these days.
Monday, 30 July 2012
Random Update
I've been hanging out with the roommate a few days a week lately. Like I said; we're getting along famously right now. We've been hiking, to the gym, and have run around the track near our house. We're currently looking into taking a belaying course so we can go rock climbing.
Great thing I've noticed about the way we hang out, he doesn't make me feel inferior. I know, he knows, I've lead a fairly sedentary life for the last decade, however when I actually get out and do things, he's always surprised just how athletic and spry I can be. He encourages me to go at my pace, just as long as I'm doing any pace. He doesn't yell at me to go faster or belittle me to keep up.
I forgot what's it's like to hang out with someone, let alone a guy, who pushes me in a comfortable way. Makes me want to be active.
It's times like these that I realize how important it is that I have this kind of rapport with a boyfriend. I feel great afterwards, encouraged and eager to go again. I haven't dated anyone who is active in a really long time. Or is willing and patient with me and includes me in being active, in activities that we both enjoy. I've decided, now that I've getting a taste of it with the roommate, it's extremely important to me that the next guy I date, be this way too.
Great thing I've noticed about the way we hang out, he doesn't make me feel inferior. I know, he knows, I've lead a fairly sedentary life for the last decade, however when I actually get out and do things, he's always surprised just how athletic and spry I can be. He encourages me to go at my pace, just as long as I'm doing any pace. He doesn't yell at me to go faster or belittle me to keep up.
I forgot what's it's like to hang out with someone, let alone a guy, who pushes me in a comfortable way. Makes me want to be active.
It's times like these that I realize how important it is that I have this kind of rapport with a boyfriend. I feel great afterwards, encouraged and eager to go again. I haven't dated anyone who is active in a really long time. Or is willing and patient with me and includes me in being active, in activities that we both enjoy. I've decided, now that I've getting a taste of it with the roommate, it's extremely important to me that the next guy I date, be this way too.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Just a quick Hi
HI THERE!
Nothing much going on at this end.
Working out, caching, hiking, golfing, napping.
That's about it.
I'm reading you. :)
xo
Nothing much going on at this end.
Working out, caching, hiking, golfing, napping.
That's about it.
I'm reading you. :)
xo
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