I'm so excited!

Saw a new doctor this morning, lovely chap, who has filled me with hope for the future. Firstly he reassured me that I would be on Prozac for a year which is good news as I wanted to get really grounded before weaning myself off it again. Then I showed him my eczema patches which have been so troublesome these last few months and told him of the deleterious effect the itching has had on my sleep, also the problem with not being able to slather myself in the rather greasy ointment and moisturiser on a morning in case it seeped through my blouse at work. He has diagnosed nummular or discoid eczema (which I'd never heard of before despite having suffered from eczema since childhood) and given me a week's course of steroid tablets to zap the condition. He's also given me a non-steroidal moisturiser, an antihistamine that will knock me out at night, ointment for my persistent eye infection and antibiotics for my throat/chest infection. My mother moans constantly about having to take 5 tablets on a morning and 2 on a night. Pah. In addition to those mentioned, I am also prescribed medication for asthma, high cholesterol, high blood pressure and fungal toenail (I blame husband's feet straying in the night). Then there's the evening primrose, fish oil and vitamin tablets....shake me and I'll rattle. That's if you can get a grip without my slipping through your fingers. Now I just need to study how each prescription has to be taken and I'm on my way to being a new woman!

Irony #1

Today I used some lieu time to take my mum to the doctor's for her blood tests and B12 injection, chase up her walking stick referral, make a hairdresser's appointment for her and keep her company until returning to work after lunch. This meant that for the first time in absolutely ages I could go straight home from work, chill out and spend quality time with my daughter. We went to Tesco's and spent an absolute fortune on food, washed the pots and cooked and ate tea together and chatted and watched TV. Bliss. I have an early doctor's appointment tomorrow to renew my Prozac prescription so when it got to nearly 10pm and I was really tired, I thought I'd be relaxed enough to go to bed and have a good night's sleep for once. You'd think so, wouldn't you. I could not get comfortable, no matter what combination of pillows I tried, my shoulders wanted to be under the covers but my feet wanted to be outside, my brain would not switch off and my legs were performing Riverdance. (According to this article, it may well be something to do with the Prozac.) Then the dog wanted to be in so I plonked her on the bed thinking a solid warm presence would be soothing and conducive to sleep. She jumped off two seconds later and went back to her own bed. So here I am, hoping a mug of hot chocolate and the whirr of the hard drive fan will do the trick.

The public is an idiot

I can't believe more people voted for arrogance, sweetness, flirtation and confidence than for the insecure, explosive, romantic, articulate, funny and talented complex enigma that is Darnell. I despair. And if I were thirty years younger, I would.

Sooooooooo tired

I look like I feel, absolutely knackered. More later x

Prozac - a patchy 7th week

I've noticed something odd this week, the Prozac seems to work when I really need it to but doesn't maintain a constant effect. For example, at a Sunday lunch with friends I found myself unusually chatty and sparky when first meeting up, making a special effort with folks I didn't know so well, then ran out of steam by dessert and felt ready for bed by early evening. It's the same at work; the brain copes admirably with the daily mental and practical tasks (ok, we'll ignore the tedious 3 hour meeting I nearly fell asleep in several times) but as soon as I reach the end of my list of things to do, it's as though someone has pulled the plug and I grind to a halt. I could just go to sleep now and may have to catch a quick nap soon as it's going-to-the-pictures-with-best-friend-night. On top of that, the reduction in stress levels still doesn't seem to have brought about an improvement to my skin, if anything the eczema is even worse. Thank goodness it's mostly out of sight. Have started taking a multi-vitamin tablet to see if that helps.

Kat is evicted.....

.....which just goes to show, you can fool some of the people some of the time but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.

Darnell to win dude!

Don't you just love living in the country?

I left my bedroom window open today, also my wardrobe door. While I was at work, someone has been muck spreading. Now everything in my bedroom smells of pig poo. I have to go to a meeting with my boss tomorrow. I wonder whether anyone will sit next to me?