I am officially at the end of my fucken tether.
I have had it up to my fucken eyeballs with everyone else's shit.
I really feel like lying down on the floor and crying until I die.
I am in the middle of packing the whole house myself, and cleaning it myself. I find out that Mum and Dad have not gotten around to some things with the new house.
eg
No curtains
No fire installed
No shelves in pantry
No Letter fucken box
No phone line into the property
I know my father and know he is a procrastinator and I also know that he is extremely busy at the moment, working 7 days a week as a consulting engineer. But for fuck's sake, if you are going to ask us to move into your property at least do the flipping basics, so that my husband isn't going to go off his fucken tree at me about the lack of them!!!
And I just keep getting the whole "you are getting a brand new house to rent for a hundred less than you'd get it on the market". Yes, I know but I also have to put up with my parents as landlord's and I also have to put up with the "rules" and I also have to put up with all the day to day shit of living in your property so get the fuck over yourself and sort it out.
I have two days left, Blair is away until Friday night with work, Phoebe has glandular fever so the girls can't go to preschool on their allocated days, I have two toddlers in my flipping face and I can't get a fucken thing done.
I have the most intense feeling of depression I've had for a while. And all this comes after the weekend from hell with Blair and I on verge of separating with issues beyond us.
I need alcohol I.V. administered STAT
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Phoebe has ...
Glandular Fever.
Never thought I'd be so damn happy for a result to be glandular fever but considering the other option was leukaemia, I am ecstatic.
Thank you all so much for your concern.
Love to all. Hug your kids, kiss your loved ones, put a smile on your dial.
Never thought I'd be so damn happy for a result to be glandular fever but considering the other option was leukaemia, I am ecstatic.
Thank you all so much for your concern.
Love to all. Hug your kids, kiss your loved ones, put a smile on your dial.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
And still the sickness carrys on ....
Sian is sick again, virus.
Phoebe, not sure whats eating her.
She has been generally very tired for no reason, bleeding noses, dark rings under her eyes, bruises all over her, pinprick rash on her buttocks which won't go away with steroid cream even, grumpy, lost a bit of weight!! Now she has 5 really prominent lymph nodes in her neck enlarged but they aren't hurting her so at least that's a relief.
Off to the doctor today to see what's going on as I've never seen her with raised lymph nodes before. Hope she doesn't have strep throat or glandular fever!!! Fingers crossed.
Phoebe, not sure whats eating her.
She has been generally very tired for no reason, bleeding noses, dark rings under her eyes, bruises all over her, pinprick rash on her buttocks which won't go away with steroid cream even, grumpy, lost a bit of weight!! Now she has 5 really prominent lymph nodes in her neck enlarged but they aren't hurting her so at least that's a relief.
Off to the doctor today to see what's going on as I've never seen her with raised lymph nodes before. Hope she doesn't have strep throat or glandular fever!!! Fingers crossed.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
I have had two very sick girls.
Flu of some sort, Dr has put them on antibiotics. Wee cherubs.
I am in the process of tidying out the office/study.
What a bloody mission.
How does one accumulate so much crap??
I am determined to clear it all out, I am over the whole clutter scenario.
Something about the prospect of moving into a new house is making me want to have a bare minimum of stuff to go into it.
So I am cleansing. Can only be a good thing.
I haven't been reading your blogs, I am sorry but I have had too much on. I will be back there soon. Promise.xx
Flu of some sort, Dr has put them on antibiotics. Wee cherubs.
I am in the process of tidying out the office/study.
What a bloody mission.
How does one accumulate so much crap??
I am determined to clear it all out, I am over the whole clutter scenario.
Something about the prospect of moving into a new house is making me want to have a bare minimum of stuff to go into it.
So I am cleansing. Can only be a good thing.
I haven't been reading your blogs, I am sorry but I have had too much on. I will be back there soon. Promise.xx
Thursday, October 29, 2009
This Indecision's Bugging Me.....
well, to be honest, it's not really anymore but thought that would be a great heading.
We are moving - again.
We have had an offer we just couldn't turn down. Mum and Dad have a beautiful brand new four bedroom home on a bare 10 acre block on the same road as them. It has been on the market for nearly a year now and isn't budging. They have been advised to drop $150K to sell it. Dad refuses to lose that much money but now the Insurance company won't insure it anymore as it has sat vacant for nearly a year. Enter us.
We move into this in four or five weeks:
It was a hard decision though, bus isn't as close, much more exposed than this place but:
spa bath in ensuite, double glazing, warm, 3 car garage, 3 bay shed, underfloor heating, paddocks, can have our OWN, chickens, pig, cow, cple sheep, HORSES!!!!! Rent the same. Won't go up while we live there for next couple of years, Mum and Dad at end of 500m driveway, across the road (great for kids before and after school when i start my equine course). Just too many pluses. Although Blair is a bit worried about the parental control issue and I am a wee bit too but we've lived in one of their rentals before and it was fine. So here's to another new step.
I'm decluttering as we speak, nothing like a new home to make you want to get rid of shite.
I have started horse riding lessons again.
Nowhere as easy as I remember it being!!
And for fuck's sake, could barely walk the first week after the first lesson. Third lesson tomorrow.
I am rocking this show.
We are moving - again.
We have had an offer we just couldn't turn down. Mum and Dad have a beautiful brand new four bedroom home on a bare 10 acre block on the same road as them. It has been on the market for nearly a year now and isn't budging. They have been advised to drop $150K to sell it. Dad refuses to lose that much money but now the Insurance company won't insure it anymore as it has sat vacant for nearly a year. Enter us.
We move into this in four or five weeks:
It was a hard decision though, bus isn't as close, much more exposed than this place but:
spa bath in ensuite, double glazing, warm, 3 car garage, 3 bay shed, underfloor heating, paddocks, can have our OWN, chickens, pig, cow, cple sheep, HORSES!!!!! Rent the same. Won't go up while we live there for next couple of years, Mum and Dad at end of 500m driveway, across the road (great for kids before and after school when i start my equine course). Just too many pluses. Although Blair is a bit worried about the parental control issue and I am a wee bit too but we've lived in one of their rentals before and it was fine. So here's to another new step.
I'm decluttering as we speak, nothing like a new home to make you want to get rid of shite.
I have started horse riding lessons again.
Nowhere as easy as I remember it being!!
And for fuck's sake, could barely walk the first week after the first lesson. Third lesson tomorrow.
I am rocking this show.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Life Change
As you may have noticed, life has been a bit on the downward spiral.
Grab a cuppa and a snack, this is going to be a long one:
Long time followers will know that I suffer from depression. No, I don't get the blues, get "depressed", have a bad week etc. I suffer from a chemical imbalance in my brain where the serotonin doesn't get around it like is should. This makes me "suffer".
By suffer, I mean not cope, not sleep, not want to exist. I have known about my depression for 7 years since I was assessed by the psych emergency team and diagnosed as having clinical depression and social anxiety back in 2002 when I grabbed a knife and threatened to kill myself. Blair phoned the police because the poor guy didn't know what to do.
Upon further treatment, Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, and a full history with the clinical psychiatrist, it was determined that my depression has pretty much been something that has been with me since my teens. My paternal grandmother was hospitalised when my father was a child with depression. My maternal grandfather was a manic depressive. My mother has depression, not very well managed mind you. My brother has depression. It's in the blood.
As I swing towards the natural side of things I tend to look for natural alternatives first for any ailment I may have. This is one area in life where natural doesn't work for me. I struggle with having to be on medication but I also know that the desire to end my life becomes overwhelming when I am not.
When I was just about to turn 18, I had a miscarriage to an old boyfriend who I thought I was in love with. I didn't know I was pregnant but it was very hard on me mentally. We had split up the week before and it was so much emotional crap for me that it sent me into a spin. One night after a couple of games of touch rugby, a few too many beers and a party at my first ever flat, I walked out into the road and threw myself in front of an oncoming car. Unfortunately for me the car was doing 70km/h instead of the 50km/h it should have been doing. Fortunately for me the car was an old VW beetle, motor in back and low bumper, I got hit on the calves by the bumper, knees bended back, my back went up into the bonnet and my head went through the windscreen. I have a permanent reminder of that night in the big scar on my right shoulder where the windshield wiper indented me as I hurtled up the car. Unfortunately for me the driver was my old English head of department from High School, news spread fast.
I had a wee bit of forced counselling etc at this time but I never admitted, till many years later, that I actually threw myself in front of the car. I insisted I had been crossing the road to walk to the shop for ciggies.
Onward 9 years and I faced the loss of my dear aunt. My rock. My mentor, a lady I idolised and adored since a toddler. She taught me to ride, she was an angel walking, she loved me and I loved her, unconditionally. She was an owner trainer of thoroughbred racehorses and was the one who had encouraged me to specialise in Equine when I was doing my Veterinary Degree. Even when I fell pregnant after a one night stand, she didn't judge me, even though she was a devout Catholic. She supported me, she loved me. She had a fall off one of her horses at the beach and had a nagging back injury for a couple of months afterwards, finally got it sorted and found out that she had bone cancer. She died a painful death. She gave up on life and she let it take her very quickly. I was distraught at her passing.
That was 7 years ago.
Recently I was contacted by an old school friend on Facebook. She is now in her final year of her Veterinary Degree majoring in Equine. She lives on a 1,500 acre sheep and beef farm. She's living what was going to be my life. I wasn't jealous. I have no regrets, I am a firm believer that you every road you travel is in your own "itinerary". You live the life you are meant to, sure you have crossroads along the way that can affect the direction your travel takes you, but you make that choice so that is your destiny. That hasn't stopped this contact affecting me. Deeply. It has made me question what I can be in life. It has made me reevaluate my direction.
Two weeks ago I had a breakdown of sorts. Some of it was externally influenced but, mostly, it has been because the medication I have been on for the past two years has not been sufficient to get my serotonin levels to where they need to be. I am on 20mg of Citalopram a day and have now had that doubled to 40mg. I get reassessed in 2 weeks. I ignored the signs that this was happening, again. ** please, if you see the signs of depression in anyone or yourself, seek help before it takes over, please **
So I have hit rock bottom for the fourth time in my life and it has made me choose the road that I have longed to travel but never felt justified in taking.
I have given up my Naturopathy.
I start riding lessons on Saturday.
I have a riding assessment on Nov 16th.....
for admission to the National Certificate in Stable Practise.
My course starts in March. I am going to do three strands in Sport Horse, Thoroughbred Racing and Track Riding.
My youngest are starting preschool in two weeks for three days a week.
When I finish this course in December next year I plan to study (extramurally) the Bachelor of AgriScience majoring in Equine through Massey University, while working part time at a local stud or racing stables, giving me the knowledge to be the stud manager when I complete my study. I WILL own and train my own racehorse by 40 and I will own a stud/breeding farm.
I am on the first couple of kms of the road I long to travel. Destination unknown but I sure am going to enjoy the journey.
Grab a cuppa and a snack, this is going to be a long one:
Long time followers will know that I suffer from depression. No, I don't get the blues, get "depressed", have a bad week etc. I suffer from a chemical imbalance in my brain where the serotonin doesn't get around it like is should. This makes me "suffer".
By suffer, I mean not cope, not sleep, not want to exist. I have known about my depression for 7 years since I was assessed by the psych emergency team and diagnosed as having clinical depression and social anxiety back in 2002 when I grabbed a knife and threatened to kill myself. Blair phoned the police because the poor guy didn't know what to do.
Upon further treatment, Cognitive Behavioural Therapy, and a full history with the clinical psychiatrist, it was determined that my depression has pretty much been something that has been with me since my teens. My paternal grandmother was hospitalised when my father was a child with depression. My maternal grandfather was a manic depressive. My mother has depression, not very well managed mind you. My brother has depression. It's in the blood.
As I swing towards the natural side of things I tend to look for natural alternatives first for any ailment I may have. This is one area in life where natural doesn't work for me. I struggle with having to be on medication but I also know that the desire to end my life becomes overwhelming when I am not.
When I was just about to turn 18, I had a miscarriage to an old boyfriend who I thought I was in love with. I didn't know I was pregnant but it was very hard on me mentally. We had split up the week before and it was so much emotional crap for me that it sent me into a spin. One night after a couple of games of touch rugby, a few too many beers and a party at my first ever flat, I walked out into the road and threw myself in front of an oncoming car. Unfortunately for me the car was doing 70km/h instead of the 50km/h it should have been doing. Fortunately for me the car was an old VW beetle, motor in back and low bumper, I got hit on the calves by the bumper, knees bended back, my back went up into the bonnet and my head went through the windscreen. I have a permanent reminder of that night in the big scar on my right shoulder where the windshield wiper indented me as I hurtled up the car. Unfortunately for me the driver was my old English head of department from High School, news spread fast.
I had a wee bit of forced counselling etc at this time but I never admitted, till many years later, that I actually threw myself in front of the car. I insisted I had been crossing the road to walk to the shop for ciggies.
Onward 9 years and I faced the loss of my dear aunt. My rock. My mentor, a lady I idolised and adored since a toddler. She taught me to ride, she was an angel walking, she loved me and I loved her, unconditionally. She was an owner trainer of thoroughbred racehorses and was the one who had encouraged me to specialise in Equine when I was doing my Veterinary Degree. Even when I fell pregnant after a one night stand, she didn't judge me, even though she was a devout Catholic. She supported me, she loved me. She had a fall off one of her horses at the beach and had a nagging back injury for a couple of months afterwards, finally got it sorted and found out that she had bone cancer. She died a painful death. She gave up on life and she let it take her very quickly. I was distraught at her passing.
That was 7 years ago.
Recently I was contacted by an old school friend on Facebook. She is now in her final year of her Veterinary Degree majoring in Equine. She lives on a 1,500 acre sheep and beef farm. She's living what was going to be my life. I wasn't jealous. I have no regrets, I am a firm believer that you every road you travel is in your own "itinerary". You live the life you are meant to, sure you have crossroads along the way that can affect the direction your travel takes you, but you make that choice so that is your destiny. That hasn't stopped this contact affecting me. Deeply. It has made me question what I can be in life. It has made me reevaluate my direction.
Two weeks ago I had a breakdown of sorts. Some of it was externally influenced but, mostly, it has been because the medication I have been on for the past two years has not been sufficient to get my serotonin levels to where they need to be. I am on 20mg of Citalopram a day and have now had that doubled to 40mg. I get reassessed in 2 weeks. I ignored the signs that this was happening, again. ** please, if you see the signs of depression in anyone or yourself, seek help before it takes over, please **
So I have hit rock bottom for the fourth time in my life and it has made me choose the road that I have longed to travel but never felt justified in taking.
I have given up my Naturopathy.
I start riding lessons on Saturday.
I have a riding assessment on Nov 16th.....
for admission to the National Certificate in Stable Practise.
My course starts in March. I am going to do three strands in Sport Horse, Thoroughbred Racing and Track Riding.
My youngest are starting preschool in two weeks for three days a week.
When I finish this course in December next year I plan to study (extramurally) the Bachelor of AgriScience majoring in Equine through Massey University, while working part time at a local stud or racing stables, giving me the knowledge to be the stud manager when I complete my study. I WILL own and train my own racehorse by 40 and I will own a stud/breeding farm.
I am on the first couple of kms of the road I long to travel. Destination unknown but I sure am going to enjoy the journey.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Rethinking....
I have rethought the situation, after you all devoted your time to commenting and loving me so much.
I have decided to cull a lot of you from Facebook, it's not personal, I'm just trying to keep some parts of my life separate. There are those of you that I click with hugely, you are long lost soul sisters or brothers, you are still there as I can see that as soon as we are in the same location we will click. Others, not so much, no offence meant at all but it's about me so grin and bear it.
I am going to keep this public but I have a lot to say soon.
I am struggling, very much, with depression - again.
I really am in the pits at the moment.
So bear with me.
I have decided to cull a lot of you from Facebook, it's not personal, I'm just trying to keep some parts of my life separate. There are those of you that I click with hugely, you are long lost soul sisters or brothers, you are still there as I can see that as soon as we are in the same location we will click. Others, not so much, no offence meant at all but it's about me so grin and bear it.
I am going to keep this public but I have a lot to say soon.
I am struggling, very much, with depression - again.
I really am in the pits at the moment.
So bear with me.
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