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Very generous this place is.

 

A silly little boss fight in Wolcen. Whatever I do, I die. whoever invented boss fights in stages should get skinned, very slowly.

 

Stressing a bit about a work trip that I have tomorrow, got to take a 4-5 hour train journey to London to attend a 5 hour conference and then get the train back an hour after... I don't even like spending 40 minutes getting the train from one town to another within Cornwall, so the idea of a possible 10 hour round trip on a train is really getting to me.

 

Sounds like a looooong day.
Hope you remember a book!

 

His watch is missing. Can you hear any ticking when it's quiet?

 

Yeah, quite a long day. I think it works out at roughly 17 hours in total... set off about 7 in the morning and providing there's no delays with the trains, I'll get home just after midnight.

Definitely planning on taking a few bits with me to try and keep me busy. Luckily I picked up a light weight Lenovo Yoga Book off the marketplace last month, so I should be able to kill some time doing a bit of writing/doodling.
Expecting the food quality on the train to be somewhat poor so packing a bunch of snacks as well.

Good old medical professionals and their inability to supply patients with any useful information to put their minds at ease... hope it gets all sorted out okay.

 

... ideally the whole 'shop' so you get plenty of choice.

 

Farewell grandma. May you sleep well

 

Sorry to hear your news.

 

Cheers

Its a relief in a way. Her brain was closer to sponge than actual brain, **** you Alzheimer. At least she's not suffering any longer.

 

I understand, Alzheimer's is an awful effing thing, relief is a natural response.

In the near future you'll now be able to remember her as she was rather than as the Alzheimer's was, if you know what I mean.

 

I feel like I've been poisoned.

Ugh.

Last September I decided to reduce down the heavy meds. My psych wasn't happy and wanted me to go on a new anti psychotic mood stabiliser but I had had enough of being flat. So I refused. I begged him to help me with my anxiety but he was determined to get me on another M/S.

I sacked him off, and as a parting gift before he resigned (he must have had other complaints against him) he sent a letter to my doc advising them to put me on this new pill I refused to take. I had had chronic anxiety all over Christmas, and was a total mess. However, all of a sudden my doctor reads this letter sent last October and changes my meds. I phoned them to tell them I didn't want them and wanted my old ones back (at half the dose) and she said "oooo, those are very powerful meds ! I don't think I can put you on those !" even though I had been taking twice that much for eight years. So she flat out refused, and I was in limbo.

Two months ago when my meds were delivered they had this pill in them I didn't want to take. The one I had flat out refused to go on. However, I had stockpiled some of my old anti psychotics and was taking a massively reduced dose to get me to when I could see a new psych (four months after the fact). I went to see him and early signs were good. However, after explaining to him I could not take large doses of XR (extended release) because it gave me crazy palpitations and landed me up in A&E no less than three times, he prescribed it any way.

Four days ago after feeling very unwell for 3 weeks I ran out of my other ones completely. Cold turkey, great. However, all I had now was a packet of mixed pills (I have to have dosettes or I forget to take them) with this pill in it I didn't want. I phoned him, he's not there. I phoned the doc, useless as usual. So I started splitting up the pills and throwing out what I thought was this new mood stabiliser.

11 days ago I felt very very ill. Both mentally and physically. I went to my mother's and spent 9 days in bed throwing up with vertigo and burning eyes and the worst headache I have ever experienced. I thought I was sick with something.....

So this morning the chemist turned up to deliver another round of these pills that are semi useless, and I explained to her that I had no idea what I was even taking as they are all small white pills and no one has been able to do anything. She refused to give me anything, so now I have nothing. She phoned me back and confirmed that for three weeks I've been throwing away my anti depressants and taking these poison pills I never wanted to take. So not only do I feel let down, f**ked over and very ill but I also feel violated.

It's really not a nice feeling.

Take something positive out of this. IE - thank your lucky stars you ain't me and have to go through what I have for the past six months. Thankfully I also stock piled a few Diazepam, because had I not I doubt I would be typing this right now.

I may be mentally ill, but I am certainly not stupid.

 

Sorry to hear this. As @adidan says, Alzheimer's (and other forms of dementia) is a horrible, cruel disease.

 

They do their training and it blind sides them, making them think they know it all and worse, know more about you than you do.

The worst are those that don't listen. I've had ten of them to one amazing one.

 

Quacks are not all bad. A few years ago I had had enough of the side effects of antidepressants having tried several types. I was getting severe headaches 5 or 6 days a week as well as similar problems to Crapman. My GP listened to what I had to say and took account of my recent history, then agreed they were doing me no good. She then gave me a schedule to come off them slowly.

Living in quiet spot on the edge of a village and getting a dog, has done me more good than any mind altering drugs.

 

I live in a nice place. Lots of fresh air and my mother's is reaaaaally quiet when I go there.

Not allowed doge but do want.

I'd be dead if I still lived in London.