Hubby was out last night, while I went to the pictures with Lesley (Doctor Sleep), with his old work colleagues from Severn Trent, despite my warnings, he didn’t get home ’til 2:30am. I pretended to be asleep to spare his blushes of being a sad, old drunk but, to be honest, I was a little pissed off because he was out so late. I’m not complaining about his going out or his drinking, I just wish he didn’t stay out so late or drink so much, as this tends to have a knock-on effect to our weekend and me specifically. Anyway this morning instead of hanging around the house waiting for him to get up I decided to go out for breakfast. I had planned to go to EAT in the Bullring but whilst driving there I changed my mind because as it is the run up to Christmas I thought he car park would be busy; especially when I’m ready to go home and I didn’t fancy being stuck in a traffic jam. Therefore, I drove round to my favourite ‘disabled’ spot on Bennett’s Hill only to be confronted by ‘no parking bollards’. ‘Bollock’s to Bollards’. I then decided to stick to my first idea and head for the Bullring however, on the way there I changed my mind once again and headed for Costa at One Stop.
It is while at Costa, One Stop that I am writing this. I still feel a little nervous using it whilst in public; stupidly I am scared if some ne’er do well takes a liking to it and knowing I’m physically weak will just grab it off me, or worse, hijack me on the way back to the car. I feel really bad having these thoughts; in all my life I’ve never had any problems (touching wood) and I honestly don’t think I’m likely to. The problem is its hard to ignore the news headlines constantly reminding you of horrible things happening to ordinarly people, every day. I find myself looking around the cafe trying to figure out who, if at all anyone, would be my nemesis. Thankfully, most look ordinary; and older couple, a couple of youngish dads with their small children, another middle-aged woman who looks to be waiting for a friend/lover. Everyone looks incredibly ordinary, then again what does a ne’er do well look like?
This is a question I ask myself quite often and there is no easy answer. Depending on what you read, who you speak to or what TV programmes you watch if can change. In Britain, invariably, young Black men are demonised, followed by foreigners of any type and the archetypal white british male coming in last. Unfortunately, nowadays it doesn’t matter whether they are Black, Asian, White or other I feel ill at ease with most young people. They have a confidence and cock-suredness that my generation, and those before me, seem to lack. Before, you jump down my throat for over-generalising…fuck off… that’s what I do and I’m not going to apologise for it. I believe before you can truly understand a problem/subject etc. it is necessary to start somewhere and over-generalising is my way of framing the question.
…since I last contributed to this blog. A lot has changed but also a lot has stayed the same. The biggest change is I feel mentally more stable; a little happier and generally feeling a lot better. I’m not sure if this is due to my passing through the menopause, attending the gym for the past two months, to swim, or something else. I no longer seem to experience the dark, deep depressions and, although my husband still bugs the hell out of me, I no longer feel like killing him on an hourly basis. This in part is due to changes he has made to his life; he still suffers with anxiety and depression but seems to be dealing with it in a more proactive way. Therefore, I no longer feel like his carer and I now have more time to take better care of myself; like signing up to the gym. I think sometimes you have to reach the bottom of a deep, dark hole before you start coming out!!
Its been a long time since I wrote anything. I’ve been out of work, coming up for three months, after the hospital ditched all its agency staff. I’ve been trying to get a job, had various interviews, to no avail. I seem to have lost the knack of interviewing. I’m not sure if its just because I cannot muster up enough bullshit to impress them anymore. I’ve been working for over 30 years, I’ve got a 2:1 degree, but this doesn’t seem to be enough to impress the eejits. Thankfully I’ve been doing some typing from home and after an age, and jumping through some multicoloured, multi-pronged hoops I got some money from the DWP (I was however, fucked over, good and proper by the Universal Credit folk) – I hope these clowns never have to be on the other end of their own bullshit. Anyway, I’ve another interview on Thursday (through my agency), will do my best but I’m not expecting miracles.
We were due to have work on our new bathroom started yesterday but the chap who is doing it appears to have gone underground. Eventually got a text from him yesterday saying he’s having problems with childcare, so far today, nothing. We’ve cleared everything out and said our last goodbyes to the old room, even Popi came in for a last sniff and groom (it really is a foul smelling hole these days).
Just can’t wait for all the work to start although I’m not looking forward to living here whilst it is going on but the end result will hopefully be worth it.
As I sit here typing this I am becoming more aware of the increasing smell of cat pee. I know we’ve got four (girl) cats with two litter trays but unfortunately it is not our cats who are causing the problem. We have a number of stray (or opportunists) mainly boys, who come in for food and delight in spraying everywhere. The problem is you can’t tell where they have sprayed. Everyday they seem to choose a different spot. The smell is overpowering. As it looks like the bathroom chap is not coming again today I’m decided to spend the day trying to clean up the ruddy cat pee.
Its been a strange couple of days. We’ve had to take one of our cats, for the second time, to the vets as she’s acting a little subdued. I don’t think the first shot she got was long enough (48-hrs), she’s now been given a 2-week antibiotic and a worming tablet. I feel we have single-handedly paid for the vet’s new car or holiday this year. With four cats, two of which are sickly, we end up going to the vet quite a lot; three trips last week cost us >£150. Thank goodness for credit cards!!
She was really good at the vet, I think because she was feeling quite poorly. This morning I got up thinking she’d be more her normal self but unfortunately she is still quite subdued. She’s not eaten much but she did go out into the back garden for a quick sniff about. Thankfully she’s sleeping openly in the lounge; the last few days she’s hidden herself in a corner. I’m hoping this is the first glimpse of recovery. Poor wee Popi, I don’t want to disturb her while she is poorly, the housework will just have to wait.
What a day! It didn’t start well ‘cos I had a bad night’s sleep. Woke up in a very depressed and anxious state around 3:00AM. My body was all achey and my face felt like it had fallen off my skull and was numb. I unintentionally woke Dave up, we ended up having a bit of a war of words. Me trying to explain how I was feeling, begging him to try and understand and all the while creating more stress and anxiety in him which resulted in me having to back-off as usual. I don’t think either of us got much sleep after that until about twenty minutes before the alarm went off when we were both in a deep sleep, typical.
When we got to work it wasn’t much better. Good Bal and Bad Bal in my office had a ding-dong over nothing, but the atmosphere it created was shit. Dave phoned a little after this, just before lunch, to say he’d been called into another meeting with his manager which resulted in his having a full-on panic attack at work. His manager, a 26 year-old suffering with special snowflake syndrome, thinks she knows it all, and has made, what I think, was an error of judgement trying to discipline Dave over nowt.
She’s been getting at him for a couple of days now about his screen breaks because of his dodgy eyes, they’re rugby ball shaped instead of regular round (keratoconus) and because he had the gaul to stand up to her. Apparently, she doesn’t like how he talked to her, so she’s enlisted his ex-manager, Carol (who’s also a cow) as a chaperone to help concoct some phoney problem. What is with these new junior managers, they get a little bit of power which goes straight to their egos and makes them think they can treat the rest of us like toddlers. Don’t they know people respond better to encouragement rather than a bollocking. They seem so committed to impressing the next over-inflated numpty in the hierarchy they lose all sense of reason and perspective. They do not care about the unnecessary damage they inflict on their way to the top, which invariably they will never reach ‘cos nine times out of ten, they do not possess the necessary skills; being an uneducated ball-crusher only takes you so far.
I’ve been trying to meditate the last few days but finding my technique just ends up putting me to sleep. I found this information online which may help.
Ideally meditation is done in the Padmasana or Lotus Position i.e cross legged position. But sitting on a comfortable chair is also fine as long as the head doesnt touch the wall or rests against the sofa because then one will go to sleep. Sleeping/lying position is not recommended for meditation because meditation being a passive activity will lead to sleep in lying position.
In heartfulness meditation, we are advised to sit comfortably on a chair/sofa or floor and with the spine comfortably erect so that the grace can flow easily.
At least I now know where I am going wrong; head touching either the bed or back of sofa. I think this meditation malarky is going to be much more difficult in future. I suppose ‘practice makes perfect’. Also, I am hoping if I see/feel the benefits of meditation then it will all be worthwhile.
I’m now a week on from having my Reiki session and things are definitely different. I feel calmer is some respects but finding it increasingly difficult to bite my tongue. I feel I am lashing out at Dave quite a lot. I’m not saying he doesn’t deserve it ‘cos I feel I’ve almost bitten off my tongue trying to keep calm over the years. I think I now realise I’ve got to be more true to myself, for too long now I’ve been putting his needs (and feelings, especially his anxiety and stress) before my own; bottling up my feelings/anxiety/stresses and letting them burst out, uncontrolled, when I feel I can take no more is not a good way of dealing with things. Mostly because the last niggle or annoyance, which creates the explosion, is minor in comparison to the number of niggles and annoyances which have swallowed down and tried to keep under control.
In addition to the bubbling anger and frustration my aches and pains appear to have come back tenfold. I don’t know if this is because I’ve not been sleeping well over the last couple of nights or it is more to do with the fact I’ve been eating badly (too many carbs) or in the darkest recesses of my mind I think I’m dying from heart failure, or something equally sinister!! It could also be the Lignocaine infusion, I had at the end of last year, is wearing off. I know I suffer with health anxiety but for a while now I’ve felt more breathless on exertion, I’m getting a bit of chest discomfort (which could be indigestion) and feeling bloated regardless of what I eat. I know I need to exercise, to get my heart pumping, to build-up my muscles before they liquify, but I also have this fear when I feel my heart pumping and I start to sweat and feel uncomfortable, I fret more about causing myself a heart attack. This negative thought cycle is only one of the problems I hope to cure with meditation, to be able to just live in my body (as shit as it may be) without fretting, without catastrophizing (but also without pain) would be wonderful. Hence, I need to get on and practice my meditation skills and drown out the endless chatter in my head.
Another work day over, thankfully. I was not looking forward to going in this morning after yesterday’s stressed-out, frustrated day. Despite having a rant at the manager about the pressure I’m under there appears little they can, or are even prepared to, do. It is very difficult for me and my colleagues to remain positive and committed especially when the management team and the consultants do not seem at all bothered about the place. Last week we took a very large bundle of referrals to the clinic for triaging; some have been sitting there since early January. We went back down to clinic this morning to find them all sat there without having been looked at. Its hard to even comprehend this; by avoiding triaging the referrals the consultants are making the patients (and the secretary’s) suffer unnecessarily. Maybe if they had to deal with the telephone abuse they would be more understanding – or perhaps not. After all their egos are more important than the little people they serve. I need to find a way of not letting it get to me, after all no-one really cares; the world will keep on spinning irrespective of what gets done or not!
After work I decided to pop into One Stop on the way home, its been a long time since I’ve been there and I’d read recently that Costa Coffee had opened up. Thought I’d check it out so me and Dave could pop down when we are in desperate need. This will be the easiest and closest Costa to our house!! Anyway, I parked up and had a wee wander inside the mall. True enough there is going to be a Costa but it won’t open until Spring, when is that exactly?? Looks like I’ll have to go back on a regular basis to see when it opens up. I was starving after my busy morning and we wander round so I picked up a Chicken Fajita sandwich from Asda for lunch. I admit I wasn’t expecting anything great but it was actually quite nice.
One Stop Shopping, Perry Barr
With the addition of Costa Coffee the gentrification of Perry Barr is complete!!