I made it into work in spite of the sheer abdominal torment roiling away. It was meds! meds! meds! and CBT to take care of it, with at least two frosty walks in the freezing Canberra air to take the edge off pain and anxiety.I'd eaten too much comfort food again and also had munged Vallium to push away obsessive, damaging thoughts.
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The flood of negative emotion has fired up my fibro and IBS. I woke in severe abdominal pain and then nature took over and it hurt when it did (1). Then, not 10 minutes later, away it went again. I've had to mung as many meds as I can as per directions on the box. One of the techniques to use when overwhelmed in the head is to lose yourself in something enjoyable that takes all your focus. So I chose Baldurs Gate II.
With thanks to the French Revolution.A side effect of passion is feeling the negative emotions as keenly as the positive ones. Anger hit after I'd starting riding SoTPC, my exercise bike, and when I was about a tenth of the way into it. But I subsumed into the ride, heart pumping and my mind cleared. WFTW.
I wear sweater vests now. I never used to before but I found they're comfortable and they also hide wrinkled shirts if you're adverse to ironing.As I put it on this morning it felt like I was donning a chain shirt and girding up for battle. I liked that idea so much I had to dash in here and write about it.We're not supposed to wear our pass out and about until we're inside the work building.
It's been a roller coaster for me of late. One minute I'm up, then I'll take a hit, but then I'll be up again. Oh well, beats the Ferris wheel I guess.I had to have an uncomfortable work conversation which left me anxious and distressed. But even as I went through it I marvelled at the kindness shown and their making sure I was robust enough to have the conversation in the first place.I felt looked after.
I don't know why but singing along just makes me feel better.And of course you can't go past Chumbawumba.
Earlier this year I had a very public meltdown at a work meeting—great gobs of agonised silent howling. Great stuff. My meltdown directly led to my being sent on gardening leave for rest and recovery.On return I stayed away from attending the meetings but now, with many months on and with me all but healed, I decided "fuck it, let's go again".So I went back. It was nice.
The flu has swept Canberra with rumint indicating about 20 per cent of the APS has been out of action at one point in the past few weeks.I got it, getting it about three days after theWife and theBoy had it. Fortunately for me it's been mild, mostly extra body ache—extra on what I have normally—and a sore throat. Years ago it would have sent me to bed without supper and moaning for three days while my body fought back.