**Manic Monday 19th Daily Chat**

Ames

All I've done today is sleep! Think I need to factor that into my car boot sale forays.

Just put a very lazy tea in - aunt bessie's toad in the hole. Going to do some baked beans and taties with it, yum. Then go to the pub, ask to put some posters up, and hope no-one turns up hoping for a book club meeting.

beanielou

Thanks for that Snaggles

elfen

Managed to get out of seminar by letting my lecturer know what's going on. He's so lovely, said if it's going to affect anything more let him know.

Been trying to talk for the past half-hour, he now admits its stupid and he lost his temper. Had the usual I wont go to the pub so much and spend more time with you, but also let him know that expecting me to say thank you for everything is demeaning, and that, as he knows, I show my thanks in different ways. Negotiations are on hold whilst he's in the shower, but I think it might work, and if he does stick to his word, I will be VERY shocked.

ghostmadlittlemiss

I wonder why I even bother sometimes. I've just got back from handing my forms in at the doctors for them to tell me that they need my medical records in order to give me help with a previous medical condition (eg, my depression) and I'll have to get my old surgery to fax the relevant parts to them. Are you guys the only ones who get how difficult it is for me to even get up the motivation to try and ask for help, let alone jump through hoops for it? My old doctor insisted on re-administering the depression test every time I went for an appointment related to it, why can't this one do the same? Or am I just making a fuss about nothing?
Kayleigh

Snaggles

No Kayleigh hun it's not just you, this is one of my HUGE bugbears about depression - the hoops you have to jump through to get help.

When I had PND after having Ryan, just ringing the surgery was a huge achievement. But I had many aborted attempts because of the barrage of questions I got from the receptionist. Several times I just hung up and it was days or weeks until I dared ring again.

I don't object to them asking a few questions, but when it's obvious the patient is becoming anxious and tearful, it's time to just stop asking and book the damn appointment. :rolleyes:

Same with your forms - if you could cope with ringing round, chasing things up, organising things, you probably wouldn't have depression at all.

ZTD

sammy115 wrote: »

It will be worth it in the end Bookie...I am hoping the kitchen may pay for itself...have figured out that my water bills have been going up because of the leak and I may even save on my gas - given I had a gas leak!!! Apparently I am lucky.....they must just throw new houses up these days...

Oh yes they do...I know of one instance where the toilet cistern was connected to the hot water supply...

ghostmadlittlemiss

Snaggles wrote: »

No Kayleigh hun it's not just you, this is one of my HUGE bugbears about depression - the hoops you have to jump through to get help.

When I had PND after having Ryan, just ringing the surgery was a huge achievement. But I had many aborted attempts because of the barrage of questions I got from the receptionist. Several times I just hung up and it was days or weeks until I dared ring again.

I don't object to them asking a few questions, but when it's obvious the patient is becoming anxious and tearful, it's time to just stop asking and book the damn appointment. :rolleyes:

Same with your forms - if you could cope with ringing round, chasing things up, organising things, you probably wouldn't have depression at all.

That's exactly how I feel, like if I can actually sort this on my own, I probably don't need the help in the first place. But I do. I'm actually willing to go on anti-depressants if it'll make the lack of motivation and blue feelings go away and that's after a lifetime of conditioning against them. I know it's stupid, the fact that they still scare me. When I have my monthly, I don't take the week off work and stop in bed with a hot water bottle (however much I might want to), I take some paracetamol and just keep going. So why would I just sit around feeling sorry for myself when I can get medication that will bring the feelings under control until I can get counselling or until the stuff that's causing the feelings (money worries and being alone) stops? I know it's stupid but I still feel scared to take that step, even though I feel willing to do it. Am I making sense?
Kayleigh

notanothergreyhair

ZTD wrote: »

Oh yes they do...I know of one instance where the toilet cistern was connected to the hot water supply...

A luxury bidet?

ghostmadlittlemiss

I've got my clothes drying on the radiator again, my room's starting to smell lovely and I'm just going to start tea. I'm feeling a little better for having ranted a bit, now all I have to do is call my old surgery tomorrow and get them to fax my details across. I can do this, I know I can.
Kayleigh

sallyx

Evening all
Snags well done on getting the painting done
Bookie hope you are a bit warmer, Ive put the heating on, can't afford it but we are all so cold I gave in

Sammy would your leak in damproof not be covered under your NHBC certificate?

Ive been rather productive this afternoon and Sammy your comments earlier were so right and I don't realise I am doing it.