Well.
I'm not really sure how to start.
I've not gone off the wagon, really. But my head's been somewhere strange. I think it might still be there. Or if it's not 'there', at least it's not completely back. I've been trying to bring myself to write something here most of the day, but finding it quite hard to work up to it. Not because I don't want to, I do. But it's just hard to start again.
I last wrote something around the 3rd week of Oct, just before going on a weekend trip to Blackpool.* I woke up feeling a bit poorly that morning, and then by the time we got back home I was down with what I can only imagine must have been man-flu. Ended up sitting around the house for ages with it, watching a TV show that I'd had all 5 seasons of for ages but had never gotten around to watching. So I got completely and utterly obsessed with it and couldn't stop watching and got through the whole lot in just over a week. In the meantime, since I was quite ill and was occupying every waking second with something else, I just completely forgot about Minimins. I tend to do that, with TV shows, books, etc., I'm sure it's a sign of some sort of mental health problem.
Anyway, I watched these 5 seasons, and then it ended. I was completely devastated. Firstly because my new best friend was no longer with me. And secondly because of the way it ended. I repeat - devastated. I actually couldn't stop thinking about it for days; half of that time I was on the brink of tears, and in actual tears for the other quarter. I've been watching various comedies and other nonsense shows since then because I don't feel ready to 'let another one in'.
Now, I am quite aware that anyone who happens to be reading this is probably already thinking about those mental health problems that I mentioned earlier.** I can't say that it's a thought that hasn't been pacing back and forth across my mind over the past few weeks. I am TOO OLD for this.
Is this a common trend with me? I can, with 99% certainty, hand on my heart, say 'No, it's not.'
The only thing that is making feel even a little bit better is my deep-seated suspicion that this just a symptom of a different problem. One that I think is on the way out. We moved here around 7 months ago, and I just didn't anticipate how hard it was going to be. I don't think I thought it was going to be a walk in the park, but I didn't think I would be as stressed as I have been. I find it difficult to make friends and it's not like I had a massive load of them back in NZ, and my family's always been far away and I don't rely on them or even keep in touch very much, but it's been harder than I imagined not knowing anyone at all here. I mean of course there are people at work, and I've seen some of them outside of work occasionally. Making good friends takes time. Plus my partner has been unemployed for most of the time we've been here, and it's been more of a struggle financially than we had planned on. It's not like we've been on the poverty line at all. And yes, money doesn't buy happiness. But not having any can sure make you pretty bloody miserable.
I realise that I am complaining about
first-world problems here. But they're quite real to me, and I don't really want any criticism for it.
Good news: I feel like I am getting my mind back. And my partner has finally got a job, which he'll be starting Monday week. So, income has doubled, outgoings will be increased petrol and transport costs. Long-dreamed-of holiday in Barcelona is on the horizon.
Good news: since the day that I last posted, I've lost about 5.5 lbs. It's not a lot given how long it's been, but it's not a gain, so I'll take what I'm given. It seems that I am very strongly affected by my periods, I've been putting on weight during that week. I've now had an IUS inserted, so I am hoping that it will get better. The least I am hoping for is some cycle control, at least so I can go on holiday or work trips and not worry about being arrested for murdering somebody and disposing of the body, and hopefully, in time, it will minimise any weight gain during my periods.
LoChan, if you're reading this, thank you so much for posting and asking me where I was - it really was a big driver to me coming back. I seemed to lose a lot more weight and was generally a bit happier when I was coming on here all the time than I have been in the last few weeks since I went MIA.
Val, feel free to take over my thread and have a chat, I really enjoyed reading your conversation! Makes me feel included and generally warm and fuzzy on the inside.
I have been missing you two!
Right, bad news: I've done something to my leg. I've already got a bad ankle, so I need a second bad leg like I need a hole in the head, frankly. It started about a week and a half ago, felt like a slightly strained muscle in my upper thigh and I thought it would go away in a few days' time. No such luck, and it even seems to be getting worse, to the point where I am in quite a bit of pain when weight bearing around 80% of the time. Will be making an appointment to see a GP on Monday, hopefully I can get in to see someone soon. I am meant to be going on to a conference in London 7-9 Dec, don't want to miss out on that.
*As a side note, I don't regret going. But I'm not going back.
**Just to clarify, I am not talkin' smack about mental health problems, and I do have a (somewhat limited) educational background in the area. I just mean that I suspect I have a problem. Just like I suspect I have a leg problem.