I'm Worried My Friend Might Fall Out...
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good morning early birds! oh well we are half way through the week already still dark outside but no rain as yet!
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Good afternoon to all. I'm writing this now as my mood has suddenly improved, but that could change.
I had better start with profuse apologies all round for causing such concern. The state of my brain at the time meant that I didn't think about the outcome of my actions. A special apology to Naomi. I'm ashamed that I made her cry.
I had expected to lie down and go to sleep, not to wake up again, which is what I wanted. Instead, about 20 minutes after taking the tablets, I started with copious projectile vomiting which went on sporadically until 3pm, when I could finally keep water down.
I had the worst headache of my life, so I couldn't sleep either. I'm still having small but persistent headaches and a lot of nausea.
Tony, bless him, had noticed that I had been on the music thread and seemed okay. The type of Bipolar I suffer from has a condition called Ultradian Cycles attached to it. Not sure if I've spelt that correctly, but you are welcome to look it up, if it's of any interest. Basically it means that the mood can change at a moment's notice, with very little warning.
August 5th was the anniversary of Alec Guinness' passing, so that helped very little. I was fine until I saw an elderly man on Look North who had quite a resemblance, so I was in tears for a bit, but felt a little better afterwards.
I finished the Kenneth Williams diaries and agreed with his final comment - "What's the point!". To cheer me up, I am now reading one of Peter Bull's books, which are always wonderfully humorous.
I will finish by saying how extraordinary I find it, that people on here, that I will probably never meet have more concern for me than my own family. I haven't told my sister about this episode as she would think me selfish. She doesn't suffer from depression and has no interest in finding out about it. My Dad was only annoyed that he couldn't get in the bathroom, when I was so ill.
The only comment I've ever had from either parent was, "What have you got to be depressed about?" It was like I was doing it as a personal affront to them. I tried to explain several times that there IS no reason and that it's a chemical imbalance in the brain, but their eyes would glaze over and I realised I was wasting my time.
I think I have now taken up enough of your time, so I'll go to the music thread where, looking back over the days, songs have been requested and played for me, so it's only right to make a reply.
Apologies again and love to all who were so very concerned.
Alec XX
I had better start with profuse apologies all round for causing such concern. The state of my brain at the time meant that I didn't think about the outcome of my actions. A special apology to Naomi. I'm ashamed that I made her cry.
I had expected to lie down and go to sleep, not to wake up again, which is what I wanted. Instead, about 20 minutes after taking the tablets, I started with copious projectile vomiting which went on sporadically until 3pm, when I could finally keep water down.
I had the worst headache of my life, so I couldn't sleep either. I'm still having small but persistent headaches and a lot of nausea.
Tony, bless him, had noticed that I had been on the music thread and seemed okay. The type of Bipolar I suffer from has a condition called Ultradian Cycles attached to it. Not sure if I've spelt that correctly, but you are welcome to look it up, if it's of any interest. Basically it means that the mood can change at a moment's notice, with very little warning.
August 5th was the anniversary of Alec Guinness' passing, so that helped very little. I was fine until I saw an elderly man on Look North who had quite a resemblance, so I was in tears for a bit, but felt a little better afterwards.
I finished the Kenneth Williams diaries and agreed with his final comment - "What's the point!". To cheer me up, I am now reading one of Peter Bull's books, which are always wonderfully humorous.
I will finish by saying how extraordinary I find it, that people on here, that I will probably never meet have more concern for me than my own family. I haven't told my sister about this episode as she would think me selfish. She doesn't suffer from depression and has no interest in finding out about it. My Dad was only annoyed that he couldn't get in the bathroom, when I was so ill.
The only comment I've ever had from either parent was, "What have you got to be depressed about?" It was like I was doing it as a personal affront to them. I tried to explain several times that there IS no reason and that it's a chemical imbalance in the brain, but their eyes would glaze over and I realised I was wasting my time.
I think I have now taken up enough of your time, so I'll go to the music thread where, looking back over the days, songs have been requested and played for me, so it's only right to make a reply.
Apologies again and love to all who were so very concerned.
Alec XX
Sir Alec
I have just read your other post and I am really happy to see that you are back with us and feeling a little better.
My dad tried hard to understand my illness but he couldn't - he has been gone almost 10 years now.
I feel very isolated most of the time - but have a good friend who knows me better than anyone else. I usually feel like a pest when it comes to my brother.
You are not alone in how you feel - there are too many of us in Bipolar Hell.
I am off to hide under the duvet until Friday, I have my ipod and kindle and a pack of Dreamies for the moronic moggies.
What's the point?
I have just read your other post and I am really happy to see that you are back with us and feeling a little better.
My dad tried hard to understand my illness but he couldn't - he has been gone almost 10 years now.
I feel very isolated most of the time - but have a good friend who knows me better than anyone else. I usually feel like a pest when it comes to my brother.
You are not alone in how you feel - there are too many of us in Bipolar Hell.
I am off to hide under the duvet until Friday, I have my ipod and kindle and a pack of Dreamies for the moronic moggies.
What's the point?
