After 4 weeks back in work after the summer holidays and I've picked up my first cold. Started on Saturday, was gone by Tuesday only to return today with bells on.
Stupid cold
How you lot feeling?
After 4 weeks back in work after the summer holidays and I've picked up my first cold. Started on Saturday, was gone by Tuesday only to return today with bells on.
Stupid cold
How you lot feeling?
Are you teaching too Mike? I always get a minor cold or something when I start in a new place, but I'm fucking impenetrable after that as there's no illness bringing me down with the kids bring all possible germs back in to the classroom.
I'm a TA, been ages since I picked anything up. I spent 2 weeks working in Y1 though and looked after a reception child last Friday who was full of a cold.
My mate has had a heart attack in his early 30's. Doesn't smoke / barely drinks etc. He's in intensive care and it's not looking rosy. What a load of shit.
This bileary colic, or whatever, is fucking killing me. Trying to sleep is proving difficult once again as it feels like someone is sticking a cricket bat in and out the right side of my stomach. blood tests tomorrow (why four days after I don't know) and they've sent away for an ultrasound which will take weeka
I've been prescribed glasses
I strained my medial cruciate ligament on New Year's Day when I was wake-boarding. Which, if you're going to injure yourself, is a pretty great way to do it.
Nonetheless, two weeks of crutches. A week of light activity only. I'm only now allowed back to my normal gym routine. I probably should have taken more, but I was getting antsy.
Yes, I also have the cold. It's only a month since I had one, and there was another a few weeks before that. So this is the third in a short time.
Actifed.
I'd say you look too thin, but not ill. Your chest is pretty ridiculous.
Jesus. I'd be scared for your life if Lewis did want to scrap with you
TTH meet Lewis and I can have a wrestling match and nothing more. I'd lock him up and give him the mother of all wet willy's.
Square up as if it's finally happening, only to both turn on some sympathetic face figure.
"GOOD GOD! THEY WERE IN CAHOOTS ALL ALONG, KING!! SOMEONE STOP THIS."
I won't have to go to court or anything will I?
Ha. Nope but hopefully it involves a collective search on the old forum.
I'm going to go for a fag then decide if I really want to do this. I've taken everything I can from the old depression thread but that only goes to 2013 and I deleted a lot of comments in there.
Came home from work sick :-/
Spent the day watching House on the sofa.
What is going on here? Was there a time vortex between 10:11 and 10:31?
Had my surgery today for my arthritic knee.
Feel fucking old n shit.
Being as I was out stone cold for it, the bit I worried about was the bit I didn't like - getting the drip in. Which apparently proved 'fidgety' for the anaesthetist on this occasion. His nurse pointed to my tattoo when I said I was a bag of nerves about the needle and said 'surely that was worse?', and clearly didn't grasp what I meant when I said that 3 hours of tattoo needles scoring you is nothing like one needle piercing you. But then, well, first time under general was good fun.
But the fucking drip tap is still in my hand now. I've been out of theatre for three hours, had lunch, had 5 coffees, a physio session... Get the fucking thing out if it's not needed for christs sake. It's bloody horrible.
Five coffees after surgery? That seems like a great idea.
Fairly small mugs. Decaf as well. They kept bringing it in to me.
Had a wisdom tooth out earlier. It wasn't fully out, so they had to cut the gum first, take it out, then stitch the gum back up.
I fucking hate the dentist - it was relatively pain free - but I still felt them pulling it out - at one point the dentist literally held my jaw down with his arm and just started yanking at the tooth.
Fucking wrecks, now.
I've had a cold/sore throat for the best part of a week and a half now. I'm still not over it and it's fucking me off.
Maybe it's not a cold and I'm dying. That would fuck me off more.
I've got an appointment on the 15th for the mental health team which is a lot earlier than I was expecting to have to wait so hopefully presenting myself in my current state will be beneficial. I had the results for my bloods come back which were satisfactory according to the woman on the phone so the next step is to send in a stool sample. Hopefully it's just piles or something simple but I'm bricking it. It would be just my luck to finally get a head in life then be struck by a serious condition. FML.
In case there was a problem and they needed to use it again, but since it was a knee op and I assume you're pretty fit and healthy they probably weren't too worried.
Anaesthetic can mess with your bladder function.
Ah ok. Well no complaints here.
I've got to go for more bloods now to test for coeliac disease.
Out of everything this could be the end of me, almost everything I eat is gluten based.
Googling this just to get some info and this is quite interesting.
"We believe that food allergy is a common cause of mental illness. Allergy to proteins from cows milk, hens eggs and wheat are the three most common problems."
I've got my fourth cold in 2 months at the moment. It's fucking shit, and makes sleeping so difficult.
My mother asked me the same thing actually. I'd be fucking livid and be living on the edge of temptation forever more, constantly wondering if it was worth a nibble on a biscuit or not.
I reckon/hope it's something to do with a wisdom tooth that has emerged recently. My gums have been bleeding the last day or two when I've brushed my teeth as well, so it might be just a dental issue and not actually me coughing up blood and potentially having some life-threatening condition.
Im entering my 2nd cold of the year. Not good.
The Mrs has her 2nd head cold in a fortnight, which I didn't think was possible. Also had bronchitis spanning both.
There's never a good time to have a finger up the ass. That was today's experience.
I have to wait a while longer for my results to come back, been subscribed a cocktail of vitamins and now need to wait to go have my insides viewed. Top and bottom. Yay!
Further more, the appointment on the 15th will be telling. The referral summary mentions bipolar when the last one didn't so now I'm unsure what to expect.
If I were going for endoscopy I'd be absolutely insistent on sedation - not being put out, they just give you something to make you a bit out of it. Some people get on absolutely fine even with nothing, but some people really don't and I wouldn't want to be without sedation if it turned out I struggled with them.
Best of luck for the (presumably psych) appointment. I guess terms like bipolar sound a bit disconcerting(?) but honestly it'll be much better to get a proper diagnosis and treatment in the end. I've met plenty of people who are really successfully treated for bipolar, even a couple of functioning doctors.
I'm all for a diagnosis tbh RL, it won't faze me whatever it is so long as things start to improve. My biggest worry is they'll just be quick to get you out the way like last time where I don't feel I was listened to unless the mother was there.
As for the endoscopy...I'd rather be sedated too. It's took a week to pluck up the courage for a rogue finger so it can't be any worse, surely? I'm almost convinced we'll discover bad news.
Psychiatry services are so hit and miss :/
I've seen some really quite inspiring work and some pretty awful stuff too, within the space of neighbouring clinic rooms. All the best with it all.
EDIT: We should have the :/ smiley.
From what I can recall the last time I went the man was insistent that I spoke about the 'now' but at that point I'd just started a new job, got a lass on the side, got on the road and wasn't self harming or anything daft so of course it stands to reason I'd be in a good place. He didn't seem to want to listen to the rest and how I get despite that being the problem. I can only go off my memory which isn't the greatest but it was akin to saying I was fine and to present myself again if that changes but then the letter I received last week from the Dr says other stuff.
Just see what's what I guess. I'm calling bipolar but then I'd quite happily accept a diagnosis of prick so long as the support I need is attached to it. I'm aware the next few weeks is going to see some life changing alterations to my life but I'm optimistic about that more than worried.
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Well that certainly is controversial.