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Well, I failed to catch Arthur to take him to the vet, so I now have an appointment next week. He saw the basket, did an impression of a starfish, and shot under the bath, so I had to admit defeat.
I'll tell you about my Numerology consultation. She said there were powerful energies at work. I am, apparently, a self starter who is not afraid to stand alone; I need to be independent, particularly in marriage. Ho ho - how true that is. My mother was a strong influence on me but maybe there was an aversion to expressing strong emotions at home when I was young. I think that's true - I was always afraid of losing my temper in case I couldn't control it. It seemed too big to have any normal boundaries.
I need to trust my inner voice. I can easily overdo things and run on empty - accurate. I am forced to deal with detail when I actually prefer to look at the big picture; I must learn to be more patient when others get in the way of my exercising power. I need to have laughter around me - I am often very up and very down, and when I"m up I find that others can't keep up with my thought processes. I have spiritual awareness which I need to notice more. I can be sceptical and dismissive, but have a keen sense of wanting to help others. I am a perfectionist and can be very hard on myself. My feelings have been pushed down for a long time. I see obstacles as opportunities.
All very accurate! She also spoke of two massive lettings go. I imagine they are the loss of my career and the loss of my marriage.
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It's damp and overcast here, but not raining, which is a plus. I can't seem to get my quetiapine right - I take the normal dose and oversleep, and I take less and don't sleep. However, I'm collecting some different denominations today, so maybe that will help. This morning I nearly didn't take my meds - I had a sudden thought that I was in thrall to the damn things. Common sense prevailed and I took them, but I get so fed up with drugs. The side effects are horrid - weight gain, tremor, eye problems - it's no wonder people give them up. I suppose that my weight doesn't always bother me, personally, but if I were young and cared about my appearance, I might well struggle with taking them. The bugger is that if one refuses to take drugs because of the side effects, one is declared non compliant. Bullshit. Happily, my psychiatrist is quite happy to discuss meds on an equal footing - he is very recovery orientated. But there are psychiatrists who aren't recovery based, and they are not prepared to discuss medication with a client, preferring to dictate which drugs should be taken. They are so wrong, and should be upbraided - they are the ones who are non compliant.
I have to take a cat to the vet today, which is a martial art. He has been known to hide before the vet comes through the front door - how does he know??? I only have to think about the word "vet" and he's off under the bath. My friend who keeps many cats and knows everything there is to know about them tells me you have to empty your mind completely and then the cats might, just might, be caught. I shall report back.
Well hello. I've come off the short high with parcels galore arriving, and there are still some I haven't opened, probably containing crockery. Once again I've spent money I didn't have. What is it about hypomania that makes one spend? It used to be sex but those days are long gone. Now I spend my high time cruising eBay for the thrill of the chase/auction.
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I had a numerology reading today, which took 2 hours and which was remarkably accurate. She had identified the bad periods of my life completely accurately, and the good bits as well. If you want a link, drop me a line.
Off to have supper now and watch Holby City.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?