A Happier Place

To my two followers chicpea and yitty and anyone else who has stumbled on this blog, I have created a new blog for my new start on the path of wellness. Please find me at http://j-m-thisandthat.blogspot.com/  - I hope you can follow me there!

Bad Belly

It's not really a bad belly in so much as it is a bad intestine or Gallbladder - hasn't been good since Friday last week. At first I thought it was something I had eaten - I mostly eat a gluten and dairy free diet, but had let somethings slip through whilst we were away, and I did scoff a meat pie on Saturday (I miss these so much).
However, I think this goes beyond that and I'm now feeling pretty miserable as I don't think my body has been digesting food properly for the last five days. (I found this information out on the www - amazing how much info there is out there about poop.)
I have pretty much been down and in bed. No energy, no desire to do or be anything. Went to see the doc this morning but he is sick as well.
So many connections between my mental illness and my physical ones I think. Just feel so bad.

Run Joey Run

I did it. I got flight today. I lifted two feet off the ground in a forward motion. I ran. If only for two briefest of brief times but it happened. I have been thinking about it for so long. Thinking about propelling myself more quickly than a brisk walk. Lots of thinking until I said "Bloody just go on and do it".
I didn't die. I didn't fall over. I didn't even get too puffed.
Remember it was for two very brief moments - but I feared those things may happen if I lifted my body off the ground.
I tell you what though - did my arse wobble!

Holding me back

The number of times I have thought about contributing to my blog since April the 26th have been numerous. The truth is I keep holding myself back due to my unrelenting standards. I read others' blogs and know that mine with just pale in contrast and so I simply don't commit. And I'm pretty sure that this whole blogging deal is not about that.
I also feel pretty crappy so often and who wants to read about that? My psych has told me I'm a quiet depressive - I don't rant and rave etc. That's because I don't want to offend or upset anyone (another unrelenting standard).
But if I can't even use my own blog to let out (and just perhaps let go of) some stuff then what's the point.
I hold myself back - constantly. I am my own worst enemy.
Blah.


P.S I even get anxious about getting the labels part right. Are they necessary?

Reality to hit soon

I can't believe the Easter break is over. Going back to school so soon after Easter feels rushed. Mind you - I did spent half of the holiday in hospital and the kids were away for most of it also.
I feel like  I'm letting the school down. I will be returning to work on another return to work plan. I feel that they are getting a raw deal. The thing is when I am well I am very good at my job. Unfortunately the job asks for more than I can keep giving and giving.
This makes me angry - I want to punch and throw things because that little Jodi inside of me is screaming "IT'S JUST NOT FAIR" - who will be the advocate for change - I just get the impression that we are meant to give and give and exhaust ourselves in the process.
God I hate unrelenting standards.!

Homeward Bound

Tomorrow I go home. I am a little scared. This place has been a safe haven for the past three weeks.
Below are the positive things that have happened for me staying in Belmont -
My meds are on track.
I have regularly seen my psych.
All my meals have been wonderfully prepared and brought to my room.
I have had fresh towels everyday.
The nursing staff are wonderful and caring.
I can pull back my curtains to overlook a sunny garden everyday.
I have completed my first two real paintings.
I have finished two scarves.
Completed a cross stitch.
Made artworks for the children.
Crocheted 54 granny squares for my Belmont blanket.
And had a room all to myself for two weeks.

Much to be thankful for.
Amen.

Distraction

My hands have been very busing crocheting up granny squares like you wouldn't believe. Also I have finished blanket stiching an appliqué on a quilt square, finished a painting, knitted a scarf and completed several pencil and paper works. My creative juices have been on overdrive and I love it.
These things are the distractions I need. If I don't have something in my hands then I am fidgety. At work I play wipth bulldog clips and clicker pens to release my nervous energy.

You know it's great to be working on so many things but really at the bottom of it I am avoiding like you wouldn't believe.

The goal for tomorrow is to do two short sessions of meditation. How will my hands cope? Need to slow down and just sit with myself.

Let's see how we'll go.