Here we can all be heard for a little while. Part 2

Izadora

codemonkey wrote: »

A typical conversation in my house goes something like this:
Me: Oi, did you have the last creme egg?
Mr CP in a guilty voice:.....Noooooo
Me: Well I didn't and they're all gone.
Mr CP: Well a racoon came and I told him not to eat it because you wanted it but he said eff you!
Me: Pffft. Guess I'll have a caramel instead.

This is probably going to completely contradict everything I've said, but I don't see that as lying. When something's that ridiculous there's no real attempt to hide the truth and, as such, I have no issue with it. If he'd flat out denied having it and tried to make out that I must've been mistaken about there being one left, only for me to find creme egg remnants in his beard, then I would have an issue and start doubting what else he'd been less-than-honest about.

I hope you feel better soon and if I could transfer some of my steps to you I would - one bonus is that I paced a lot this morning...

Oakdene

Life is far to previous & often unfair.

Chase your dreams, do what feels right to you as sadly we never know when it will end.

tea_lover

Exactly Izadora! If someone lies as badly as Joey from Friends then they're not actually lying imo

onomatopoeia99

My version of the creme egg conversation would either be (depending on who ate it)

Me : "Did you have the last creme egg?"
Hypothetical Mrs ono : "No." (untrue)
Me : "Must have been the cat. I'll get some more then." (note how I avoided confrontation there)

or

Her : "Did you have the last creme egg?"
Me : "Yes."
Her: "But I wanted one."
Me : "I'll get some more then."

What I used to do was go along with things that I'd rather not, in order to keep the peace, rather than lie. In retrospect it was a mistake but to start with I just wanted to please her (which I think is quite natural) a partly I was ridiculously grateful that someone actually liked me as more than 'just a friend' that I didn't want to disappoint them. And there were cross words when I refused (never from me, she once said "I might as well shout at a brick wall as you never react when I get angry") so it seemed easier not to refuse.

Waves_and_Smiles

Good afternoon all! To quote from Sylvia Plath after receiving psychiatric treatment I am"patched, retreaded and approved for the road".

Ouch, my head. An hour after I posted I developed a psychosis headache, I felt as if my head was in a vice, I had bright lights in front of my eyes, I was throwing up with the pain and generally felt terrible. I threw my hands up at that point because I can't handle mental and physical pain at once so went to A&E. I mumbled something to the triage nurse about psychosis whilst clutching my head and to be fair to them they put me above other people to get into the main room because I couldn't sit in the waiting room with others at all. The first thing they did was a general health check because my head was so bad and my blood pressure was over 200 despite the fact I am on pills to keep it down. This is what happens because I get myself in such a state. They then forgot all about psych care for a while and ran an ECG to check my heart and took my blood pressure several times again. I helpfully threw up into a cardboard container throughout it and clutched my head a lot.

A doctor appeared and asked me questions about my medication, how long I had been feeling anxious and where exactly the pain was. He then injected me with something for the pain (no idea what) and then another injection of something that would help me feel calmer which I knew would be a big dose of anti-psychotics. He said they would contact the Crisis Team but I must sleep because my body was tired and stressed. I sent WaSp home at this point because I know from previous experience all I will do is sleep so it is boring for him to stay.

I was asleep pretty fast but could have done without being woken up hourly for blood pressure checks and another ECG. Funny bit-the combination of the pain medication and the anti-psychotic made me feel exceptionally cosy and safe. I kept thinking how warm the the blankets were and comfortable the trolley was before falling back to sleep. I was then woken briefly at 7am and given tea and biscuits after which I quickly fell back to sleep. By this point my blood pressure was back down so yay!

The Crisis Team consisting of a psychiatrist and psychiatric social worker arrived at 11am. They were lovely, they both really listened. The psychiatrist summed it all up perfectly when she said "You are really tired, aren't you?" Yes I am! I could have hugged her for recognising that as the problem. She also told me the ESA Forms aren't there to target people with psychiatric histories like mine and next time I must give the form to someone else and not even attempt to fill it in.

We all agreed it wasn't necessary to admit me because we still had other options and I am not at all suicidal, I just want a break from my mind. So they increased the anti-psychotics to slightly above the average dose until I can see my psychiatrist and doubled the antidepressant. I take less anti-psychotics than average because the side effects are so bad but under these circumstances it's probably better I feel physically ill than mentally exhausted. We discussed the possibility of therapy but decided against it as I have had so much already and the symptoms I presented are reactive (to the flipping ESA Form!) and not ongoing. They will contact my psychiatrist and told me to come back if I start to feel unable to cope again but not to wait so long next time because it will make me physically ill again and I am not superwoman.

She then called WaSp to come and get me and amusingly gave him a lecture about how I am under a lot of pressure so shouldn't be expected to do very much now and that he needs to watch me closely. They then said I could go home and also to WaSp's slight horror he had to sign a form for my release into his care. Because he is adorable he is all confused about what this means now and is he allowed to pop over the road to buy a beer or does he need to be me with non-stop? He tends to stick these things by the letter. I told him getting a beer would be fine. My head still hurts quite a bit on the front of my scalp (I swear my brain itself is actually hurting) but I feel better for having a solid sleep in a place where I didn't have to take care of myself. I already have a mouth like sandpaper from the medication but I am a lot calmer and the hallucinations are a lot less than yesterday.

As I said, patched, retreaded and approved for the road. Ready to fight again for another day!

Izadora

WaS, I'm so sorry that the forms made you feel this bad but it sounds like they took pretty good care of you at A&E.

I'm glad you're starting to feel a bit better, get yourself cosy and take care of yourself.

Waves_and_Smiles

Aw, thank you. They were lovely and did exactly what I needed which was force me to sleep and take all responsibility away from me for a while so I could just rest and have a break from my mind. A lot of the time all I need is some breathing space from constantly fighting my thoughts and a forced rest so that I don't mess my body up with anxiety.

I will be taking it very easy today. I have no choice, I am totally knocked sideways by anti-psychotics. I am even slurring my speech! Did I mention my brain hurts? My actual brain!

Georgiegirl256

tea_lover wrote: »

It is really interesting seeing the different views on lying. Rationally, I can see the merit in everything ono and georgie have just posted, I really can.

But - I just can't see it that way myself. For me, there's no difference between "I won't admit to eating the last crème egg because it'll end up in an argument" and "I won't admit I slept with my ex because it'll end up in an argument".

Am now worried that I'm offending people by talking about this!

You're not offending anyone tea :A

I find everyone's different points of views interesting too. Makes for an interesting chat.

Don't know what happened to the quote, but below is meant to be a quote off code.

A typical conversation in my house goes something like this:
Me: Oi, did you have the last creme egg?
Mr CP in a guilty voice:.....Noooooo
Me: Well I didn't and they're all gone.
Mr CP: Well a racoon came and I told him not to eat it because you wanted it but he said eff you!
Me: Pffft. Guess I'll have a caramel instead.

Could someone bring me soup please? Not going to get my bounts today as only done 840 steps.[/QUOTE]

*hands code soup from a distance* i think for the first time in days I ink I'll actually reach my target today! :j

That's the kind of conversation I was meaning, which I guess really isn't lying at all I suppose? D will play innocent for as long as he can keep a straight face for and then will come up with a very similar scenario to the one above!

I suppose if someone flat out coldly lies about even small things like that with no hint of emotion, then I guess that's totally different and is something to be concerned about. But for some reason I didn't get that feeling from Iz's post. (Apologies if I'm wrong )

Am sitting here on edge wondering what sort of news D is going to come back with. He's been gone ages. Think I'll do some pacing now and get my step count up! :rotfl: Also, I could really eat a cadburys caramel egg now too!

Georgiegirl256

Hugs WaS, glad you're on the mend again. Sounds like they've taken very good care of you though.

Georgiegirl256

:mad: Grrrr! I think those callers who phone up saying they've got details of you having been in a RTA are the lowest of the low anyone, but now they're getting even more crafty by using the local dialing code and so making it seem like it's someone from your town who's phoning and so then you answer. This one had such a sing song-y voice and was more annoying than usual so I told her to P off. I'm not usually so rude, but I have no time for these people who phone up about things such as that.