Leave The Past in the Past...

Sometimes there are things that you know are wrong. Unfortunately there us this magical creature named vodka, which tends to impair decision making abilities. Is it really so wrong to revisit the past? Should some things jusb left alonez? Should mobiles be allowedwhen alcohol is involved? Come back tonme tomorrow for answers....

The Second Catastrophe...

Me. 3 friends. 3 litres of vodka. It's gonna be messy.

The First Catastrophe...

I have finally figured out how to post from my iPhone. Goodbye, Social Life. I'll miss you.

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie...

So I had thought I would have posted again long before now, but a combination of low mood and working extra hours has left me feeling bedraggled and uninspired.

Tonight, I just thought I'd have a quick whinge about doctors.

Don't get me wrong, I *adore* the NHS, and know we are incredibly lucky to have it. We even get free prescriptions here in Scotland now, although how long the country can afford to keep that up is unclear. I can understand that there are waiting lists for this that and the other, with Inverness being short on the resources that the major cities have. And I can even understand that for a doctor it must be incredibly infuriating dealing with a hypochondriac such as myself. But I just wish that once in a while they would take notice, and realise that even though I am not as well educated as they are, nor do I have their abundance of experience, that I do know my own body better than they do. I know that I used to be a bouncy energetic gal. I loved to play sport (well, when it wasn't part of PE) and I used to be able to live quite comfortably on 8 hours' sleep.

Now, however, I am constantly tired. I can easily sleep 18 hours a day, I never wake up feeling refreshed, I feel weak and nauseous whenever I exert myself or try and go a day without napping. But even after 8 separate visits to 3 different doctors over a period of almost a year, they still refuse to do anything about it. No tests, no checks, no nothing. They simply attribute it to low mood.

Did it ever occur to them that perhaps my low mood has something to do with my fatigue?!

Apparently not.

As for letting sleeping dogs lie, I do wish my sister would listen to that old cliche - being woken from a nap by being whacked in the face with a pillow really does nothing to improve one's mood.

Perhaps it's time to cut some of her hair while she's sleeping again. It was a satisfying revenge 15 years ago, I'm sure it would be again...