Ok, so I thought that the Twitter feed on the page would keep everyone updated – and have just realised Microsoft have removed the ability to link it! Oops…
So how the hell are you all? has been a good 2-3 months since my last full update on here and I hope my regulars (if still there!) are all doing well and bearing up. I keep saying I’ll keep this place up-to-date and never manage to so this time I won’t say it! But I will endeavour to try…
Anyway – things here…
In general am sad to report that the general state of things with me OCD-wise is not too cool. After a brief good period on Clomipramine it started to become pretty non-effective at 20mg and unfortunately then discovered that, as with Fluoxetine, my tolerance to even 5mg over that is dreadful. Made a few attempts at hiring the dose and they didn’t go too well at all so was agreed to stay at 20mg and hope they take the edge off as I’m not gonna get anything that does any more than that.
Worst thing is…I’ve run out of things to try in that tablet group now. SSRIs are now done and the results from the Matt jury say nil point. As we know tricyclics are pretty horrific on me and the health risks for me on anti-psychotics are just too great then Th-th-th-th-that’s all, folks in terms of med experimentation. In a way that’s not too awful – am sure other sufferers reading this know that the uncertainty of condition that comes from trying a new drug can cause just as many mental problems – BUT it’s a pretty bleak thought to the future REALLY knowing it ain’t getting any better than this. Only plus side really is that clomipramine was a rotation drug to get the fluoxetine out of my system as it had become ineffective. For the first 6 months-1 year on it, Fluoxetine didn’t work too badly so I need to find out of that’s always gonna be the case after a ‘flush out’ period. Still, we’re in territory here that is essentially guesswork mostly made by me since the psychiatrists admitted defeat so is quite a fluid situation.
I guess some of you can see one reason why I haven’t updated much as a result. Not only have I been mentally pretty screwed for the past 2 months (more in a minute) but there’s been little to report beyond ‘same old same old’ and seeing that itself in print is a depressing thing. However, I think I need the therapeutic side of expressing stuff on here a lot more of late as my OCD keeps travelling down long-forgotten obsessive pathways and that helped back then. *grins* I love my audience but need this place for me a little atm and if that means repeating myself every night for month then f*ck ya :P.
Anyway, by FAR the biggest thing for me was the Glastonbury return at the end of June. First time back in 6 years and, even with the disappointment of U2 pulling out, I was hugely excited and hopeful I’d get through it and had paid the money based on that risk Had friends from EFests and Twisto there along with 2 r-l lifelong friends in Glenn & Rob and prepared places to go to chill and backup lifts if things went bad. Was sure they wouldn’t though.
Oops.
Short version: they went remarkably badly for a plethora of reasons. Where we camped, heat, crowds, music, bad news from home (niece suffered a bad leg injury) and others. I first blew a fuse on the Friday (during Rolf ffs, didn’t even make it through the first ‘official’ gig!) and had to disappear solo for 7 hours+ to get my shit together and then blew AGAIN on the Saturday evening out of nowhere, spending the night in tears and locked in a few Portaloos just to get a personal space and try to chill. Saturday night Glasto and in bed by 11:15pm.
Decided to leave at 6am Sunday morning. Was not just mentally exhausted by then but the Saturday had really worried me…was very unstable emotionally and for the first time in 6 years genuinely worried that I might be capable of doing something extremely dumb if I snapped a third time as it was just so damn unpredictable. Unfortunately it was so early and unexpected that it caught most of my backup lifts by surprise so none were up/able to come and get me that early but was too eager on escape to care. Got the hell out of dodge on first bus to train station at 10:30am and was back home by 12:30pm.
So thereyago. Was an unmitigated disaster tbh and the comfort of making it through 3 1/2 days is kinda mitigated by the fact that I was going insane after 1 1/2! And missed virtually every band I wanted to see in the process. Pretty damn disappointing to find that a place I remember in a near-reverential way is now probably off-limits.
Since then? I suspect it’s no coincidence that, give or take the odd day or two, I’ve pretty much been stuck in a horrendous spell for 2 months and the past 3 days of feeling ok are probably my longest time out of it since then. Every time it started to fade it’d randomly lock-on to something else and retrigger – often w/o any warning, any seeming build-up at all and no provocation. Pretty much a 2 month chain attack which reduced me the past 2 weeks especially to lying in my room most of the day sleeping or listening to podcasts (thank you Kevin Smith for SModcast – has kept me sane) whilst on diazepam and painkillers for the repeated cluster migraines. Also a nice random assortment of past horrors – H-OCD and P-OCD both put in appearances – alongside a brand new one from 11 years ago which upset me at the time, was dealt with and I hadn’t even remembered for at least 5-6 years!!! And the aforementioned headaches, physical anxiety and feeling almost constantly horny. Not a great mix, believe me.
As for now? Like I said, 3 ok days…am taking it INCREDIBLY cautiously atm and my confidence in doing stuff has taken a huge knock. It’ll come back but, for now, it won’t be a particularly active week or two. Fair to say that exercise has been difficult and comfort eating very easy over the past month or so and am just hoping that all the weight I lost pre-Glasto has stayed off since.
Elsewhere? Really not much to mention. Avoiding the WC and LFC areas so not to depress myself (though Wayne – you idiot). Oh, me and Dad are talking again after a years break too. We never actually fell out mind! I just got irritated with his lack of effort and had other things on my mind. He’s starting to look old now though which is kind’ve odd. I know he IS old but Dad always had this air of invincibility around him, despite being constantly under the weather with an ailment and a bit of a shit – seemed very human last time I saw him and that was strangely unnerving. I guess you never get used to the concept of your parents’ mortality.
Right, that’ll do for the mo. Will try and update some links and maybe a few reviews over next week or two.
M