• Snake in the ceiling and a wonky tail

    Ebby has the wonky tail, don’t know what she’s done to herself but her tail is crooked. It looks very odd when she wags it.

    A few months ago a small snake got onto our front veranda. H tried to drive it off with a broom, unfortunately it managed to shimmy up a veranda post and got under the roof.

    We hadn’t seen it since and I’d hoped it had gone away. Unfortunately it seems to have liked our roof space and over the last few cold months has been hibernating there. First day of spring, and it has sprung into life keeping both of us awake as it has slithered about in our ceiling.

    Hoping we don’t have enough vermin in our roof to keep the snake fed, and that it decides to find another place to live.

  • Holidays

    On day three, feeling quite relaxed. A couple of the little jobs I wanted to get to have been done. Got my car booked in for repair tomorrow. A handyman has been patching up the big hole in the wall, nearly done. Have been successfully ignoring all emails from work. Feeling quite relaxed and luxuriating in my several days off. Another week coming up in Sept!

  • Workin’ the weekend

    Auditor is coming this Tuesday and I’m not quite ready for him. Went into work yesterday, and going back in again today. The filing is a bit of a schemozzle – not so much from Ron’s time but from the couple of months after I took over from him. It was a crazy, busy time and I’d yet to get my bearings.

    After the filing, I think I have one return left to do, I have to try and reconcile the balance sheet accounts (I don’t understand what Ron has done with some of them) and update the asset register. That’s it I hope.

    Quite liked working on a Saturday. A different atmosphere entirely, not so busy. Few interruptions, no phonecalls.

  • Annoying and perplexing

    I’ve been on a low dose of Citalopram for years and my prescription had run out. I phoned the clinic to order a new prescription. I was told I needed to come into the clinic and see the doctor. Fine. I get in there and the doctor starts lecturing me on depression, that it’s not a physical thing it’s associated with reaction to outside factors – eg social or financial problems, best treated with help from a psychologist and that the medication I’m on, sometimes people stay on for one or two years, sometimes longer but that stopping the medication needs supervision from a psychologist.

    I’m a little astonished because I didn’t expect any of this, he was treating me as if I was newly diagnosed. I’m there to get a new prescription precisely because I’m aware that I can’t just suddenly stop taking the stuff. In fact this doctor has frequently pointed it out to me. It seems a little unfair. I point out that I have been on the medication considerably longer than one or two years, and that I’m on the waiting list to see a psychologist. It’s been two months, I’d been warned there was going to be a long wait. The doctor says perhaps I need to look elsewhere if I can’t get in to see someone soon.

    I don’t mention that for all the years I’ve been on the medication this is the first time a doctor has initiated talk about a psychologist, that two months ago I was the one who asked for the referral. At the time I was well gratified at the response, I was quickly whipped onto some government sponsored program, spent a couple of hours being assessed by the clinic nurse and was shunted off to the psychologist clinic in Ipswich to be re-assessed.

    Like a broken record the doctor then mentions that people can be on this medication for one or two years, sometimes longer. He is from a non-English speaking background, perhaps he didn’t understand me – I repeat yes, I have been on this medication for 3 perhaps 4 years. Then I wonder if I am the one being obtuse. Is he telling me that I should be doing something to get myself off it, that there are problems with long term use? I ask about long term effects, he says they are nil, that the medication only increases the seratonin levels in the brain and that seratonin is a hormone that helps people’s ability to cope. He says that depression creates conditions where there are low seratonin levels, it can be combated with staying active, maintaining a healthy mental state. He asks if I go to church, this can also be beneficial.

    Ok then, so the point of this lecture is that I should be doing more about ending my reliance on the medication. Not very helpful in the circumstances, but I finally get it. I leave feeling a little angry at the doctor, but I guess he was just doing his job.

  • Hog wog

    Took the day off yesterday, felt headachey and queer in the stomach. Even today it is taking a big effort to get ready, I feel so lethargic. The cure for lethargy is action so I’m forcing myself.

    Ros has been off work sick the last couple of days, Alison mentioned “hog wog”. I hope not!

  • Buggered!

    Think maybe I need my iron levels checked, feeling so worn out lately. Or maybe it is doing 10 hour days without lunch break.

    Had shorter day today, went in for meeting with auditor at 11am. Meeting went for an hour. This was just the prelim, I have to get everything ready for him next week and then the audit commences the week after. Only concern really is the first six months of financial reporting from Ron’s time, and when I took over from him and was feeling my way. I’m sure it is a mess. The holidays I’d planned for next week have to be postponed.

    By 3pm I was feeling really buggered and wasn’t getting any work done, so I went home.

    Think I’ll go lie down for a bit, do some reading.