Well, I am not going to shy away from it, it has been one long emotional roller-coaster for the delectable Mr. B and I since I had to self-isolate for Covid-19. With adjustments made to my Bipolar medication, my hormones have been through the roof. In particular my prolactin levels. My music is helping me to keep chilled; no surprises there. I am rather enjoying the celebrity videos on Facebook watch; as they are so entertaining and giving me a much needed morale boost. And, it’s not just Frank Turner this time round.
I have managed in some ways not to spend a fortune on takeaways since being on lockdown, however, I have spent an awful lot on clothes from Yours Clothing; and a hoodie from Teespring.com; and a Bon Jovi hoodie – supporting his philanthropy efforts in New Jersey. I have been crowdfunding to help keep music venues stay open – small amounts. I have treated myself to the DI Tom Thorne prequel by Mark Billingham which is released later on this summer – Cry Baby. Oh and a Be More Kind print by KingsRoad; the folks behind the merchandise for Frank Turner, which will be shipped later on in June. In a way, I have adhered to the advice given in Sarah Knight’s Get Your Sh!t Together; in other ways I haven’t. Fortunately unfortunately, impulse buys are part and parcel of being Bipolar. But you know me, I don’t like such words to define me, as everyone goes shopping and most just call it retail therapy.
On a more serious note, we are approaching the end of Mental Health Awareness week; #kindness. So, I was even kinder to myself and treated me to a FutureLearn course with The Open University. Which I am about to go and start in a jiffy.
And that tiddlypeeps, is all for now xxx
Carrie Mathison – she tells it like it is for high-functioning Bipolar people the world over. Because she and actress Claire Danes and I have led similar lives since she and Jared Leto starred in My-So-Called-Life during my own college years between 1994-1996. She inspired me to be just like her. I chopped off my long brown hair; and started wearing checked shirts and dyed my hair red up until the day I turned 30 and then I decided to go back to my natural brunette roots.
I won’t go down the whole dystopian story of my own life; as Homeland has told it for me. This goes out to the fantastic support network of NHS staff that I have had around me since 1996 and also my own teachers and professors that have supported me in my continuing education ever since and enabled me to get on my career ladder when my world fell apart when I was 18. I have always sought my own counselling; and I owe so much to those who have patiently listened over the years and have helped me to unravel the broken links that we all suffer from. I was able to gradually able to put my life back together piece-by-piece like Lego bricks and re-invent myself and rebuild my trust in people. Because at the end of the day; you are your number one priority and no-one else.
This goes out to all the Russian Gulag male friends that I have made throughout my life. But a certain special someone who is working so hard through his degree to make this world a better place – not just for me; but for everyone he meets. I have known him for five years now; and I don’t need to mention his name; as he knows exactly who he is.
Take care tiddlypeeps xxxx
Unfortunately, due to lock-down, I was unable to go and spend a week with The Delectable Mr B on Monday 30th March, and alas, due to him having to work remotely from home, he was unable to make his trip Up North to see me yesterday. However, on a much more serious note, my Mum was extremely worried that me self-isolating at home was a tad too much for me.
But my bad, for booking that train ticket from Liverpool Lime Street to Clacton-on-Sea and nearly getting arrested for going to visit my own partner. I was escorted by my family to a safe haven instead, and have been there ever since. Thankfully, I have had my medication adjusted for my Bipolar, I now have a Care-Coordination team, and in the immortal words of Frank Turner, ‘The Best People Looking Out For Me’. However, I did contract a mild-form of Coronavirus and had to self-isolate again for 7 days whilst on the ward; and was swabbed and tested and re-tested last night. Answers will be on a postcard in a few days.
So, during my lock-down self-isolation, I have been getting along with some serious air guitar, air drumming and singing along to my favourite musicians in my room. I have started listening to A Game of Thrones on Audible, and have been keeping my partner and my family up to date with my progress by WhatsApp and Facebook Messenger Video Calls. I wasn’t able to bring my Burlesque Dancing Chair into the ward with me, but I did bring my Sugar Von Strudel Hoodie, plus my Dogs Trust Volunteer Fleece in with me. You know what they say, ‘Red for Danger’. Oh, and I have been exercising loads in the Ladies’ Yard (A certain song by Kelis comes to mind there)…and my 1.5 litre Volvic Water Bottle has been used as a javelin, discus, football and even a tennis racket Who would have thought?
Having registered on the 18th March for A222 Exploring Philosophy in October, prior to being admitted into hospital, I had started revising Book 2, Philosophy of Religion. So, whilst I am gradually typing up One Note for Chapter 1, I am well ahead into Chapter 2. I have some serious set text reading too; but Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is revision.
I have watched a few episodes of Lucifer Series 2 on my phone, whilst in my room, and have been keeping up to date with Homeland Series 8 – two episodes to go and that’s the end of that – and meh!
Oh, and I have watched a few live Frank Turner and Jess Guise gigs, live on Facebook from their humble abode and donated money in the process to support their good causes.
If I play by my Consultant’s Rules, my six-month stretch, may be over in two weeks’ time (as of Tuesday this week)…and we have to social distance ourselves here too…
Well tiddlypeeps, I bid you all a good-night. I am off to get some fresh air in sunny St Helens on a Saturday evening x x x