Thursday, 14 October 2010

Reality bites

    Every now and then one of the many cogs that drive the NHS moves a little and something happens. A letter from my psychiatrist for my files.
    In three short paragraphs, a summary of my last appointment and further details about my referral to the GIC.
    I was feeling pretty good after work yesterday. I met my wife in town, we went for a coffee. I remember thinking as I walked, that the girl had quietened down a little in the afternoon. Then the letter on the doormat on our return, and suddenly the next forty years stretches out in front of me. All that lies before me is this.
    One day at a time.


  1. Do you remember that moment in Open All Hours when Arkwright inadvertently skewers a pair of tights, then nervously smooths them out and put them back on display?

    Granville: 'You can't sell those!'

    Arkwright: 'We don't know that...'

    One year is a long way ahead, let alone forty. Reality has a way of taking us places we would never have thought of. Don't push the river. And don't give up.

    Hugs, Cat XX

  2. Keep you eyes on the horizon but in the meantime don't trip up on something beneath your feet. You can only take anything one day at a time but that doesn't mean that the next day won't hold something different and unexpected. Keep on keepin' on. Love

    Shirley Anne xxx

    PS. Hey! At least the cogs ARE turning and not rusted up!

  3. Hi Jenny,
    There's a song recorded by Joe Ely with a line that probably fits our situation, "The road goes on forever, and the party never ends". It came to mind after I read your post.

    Hugs, Elly

  4. Thanks everyone. These things happen, annoyingly. And it's true, my path is what I make of it, however it might sometimes not seem that way.

    I would probably be revealing Too Much Information here, and Elly, you may not get this reference, but I suspect I might have been too busy regarding Nurse Gladys as only a teenage closeted t-girl can to notice that exchange between Mr. Arkwright and G-g-Granville. :)

  5. I felt like that about 15 years ago. I was like the walking dead. Depression was like a vulture sitting on my shoulder cackling in my ear. I thought "you lying feathered git, no it bally well isn't all there is" That knocked it off it's perch, it got fed up of being knocked off and hobbled off eventually. Hope that helps.

  6. Thanks, yes it does. The other day was one of those little dips that happen from time to time. At least they're less frequent than they were, because like you I'm slowly taming my vulture.

  7. I recognise the feeling well.
    But remember that what happens over the next 40 years is up to you.
    The hardest part is actually working out what you need to do.
    Then you can get on and live.