is the thief of time so they say and I seem to be making a career out of it.
I've had a rocky 10 days. It started when I physically felt an enormous plummet in my mood- nothing gradual - a great drop and my heart was in my boots. I put it down to hormones as there had been no obvious trigger and for three days last week I dossed about. I rang the doc to see if I could double up on the tablets and he said that was in order, but I decided to wait till the weekend while OH was about. I managed to go to counselling on Friday even though I'd done no homework and came away feeling very dissatisfied. The me me person was me meing again. Apparently she has a fantastic new job starting this week, great salary and benefits package, and she wanted some coping strategies. I hate moaning about this but to me it hardly seems the behaviour of a depressed person. I couldn't drag myself round to Morrisons to work on the checkout let alone start some high flying job.
Still Saturday I was a little brighter and it was Bideford carnival. For a little town they put on a very good show and the evening was wonderfully warm. For some reason there is a proliferation of pipe and drum bands, 10 altogether, and they put on a wonderful exhibition marching up and down the quayside with pipes and drums in full sway and kilts swinging. Of course the finale was Amazing Grace started by a single piper then they all gradually joined in. Watch out the Edinburgh Tattoo. We had a slow wander home eating Hockings ice cream and watched the fireworks from the back garden and still had time to sit down and watch the finale from the Proms.
If I wasn't feeling bad enought last week when I got in from counselling there was a letter with the date of the tribunal. 2nd November. They sure know how to pile on the agony. So from the start of it all in February till the tribunal will be about 30 weeks = 7 .5 months. Unbelievable.
Well it's time to waste a bit more time. So far today to avoid doing anything else I've had a face pack, a manicure and written a blog. I wonder what else I can find not to do.
I'd Rather Dance than Watch
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10 comments:
Hi Toady - I loved your 12 things. I'm a little late getting around to them. I'm sorry that you're having a rocky spell with the Tribunal looming. I hope it will all be over and done with soon after Nov 2.
At least you know that on 3 Nov it will be all over. Hockings ice cream - how lovely is that - wish they would distribute to the east of England!
Hi Toady,
sorry to hear that you have had a bad 10 days. I hope things are improving for you. did you take a double dose? what dose are you on now?
Sounds as if me-me is either putting on a good act or the counselling has worked well for her.
Hope things get better.
Wx
Hi Toady,
sorry to hear that you have had a bad 10 days. I hope things are improving for you. did you take a double dose? what dose are you on now?
Sounds as if me-me is either putting on a good act or the counselling has worked well for her.
Hope things get better.
Wx
Oh, Toady - I do sympathise. Still, I believe it's a good sign you managed to do a blog. Horrible to have that tribunal thing hanging over your head, but as suffolkmum says, on 3/11 it will all be over - and that's my birthday, funnily enough, so I'll be checking in to see how it all went and hoping you're in a mood to share a drink with me.
LBD x
PS - love the patchwork tote - it looks gorgeous.
Hello Toady, such a worry having that Tribunal "hanging" over you, not long before it is the 2nd Nov, even though I expect to you it sounds like ages, at least then it will be all over for you.
I love your Country Cottage Picture Bag.
Camilla.x
So sorry to hear that you are having a low point. Would be suffering as much as you with Me-Me. Hope this week is better for you.
Berludy great big hug - I think under the circumstances we should nip round the back of the bike sheds and have a fag together. Still say you should get up very calmly during your counselling and smiling quietly walker over to me me me and poke her in the eye . . . hard . . . she sounds like the type that would call a mild headache a migraine . . . she will go on being listened to until someone tells her to shut up. If you like I will write her a note telling her to shut the feruck up and you can say it is from your headmistress . . . .
The date of your trubunal is the day before it is all over - concentrate on the fact that it won't be hanging over you forever there is an end in site and you can hold your head up.
What a crock!!
They make me so cross to think that you have to wait that length of time! AaarrrghhH!
You just keep up the manicures, writing and being kind to yourself...
warm wishes
xx
Oh Toady I too can't stop procrastinating....I'm getting so annoyed with myself it's past belief.
At least you have a date.....it IS rotten having it hanging over you but at least you know when it's coming (if that makes any sense at all). jxxx
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