Categories: news-from-depressionland, everyday-disasters
Tags: depression, birthday, holiday, cancer
Date: 12 August 2009 17:06:30
..mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Yes, I know I haven't blogged for nearly a month. My only excuse is that for half that time I was in Austria, where although I did have access to hubby's laptop, I was more interested in swimming every day, going to the sauna, having a massage and a manicure (and you can't write your blog while your nails are drying).
That was the second bit of the Austria trip, in a hotel we'd stayed in before, by a lake high up in the mountains, with luxury food and all sorts of indulgences. The first bit was in Vienna, where we definitely chose the wrong week as there was a heatwave including Austria's hottest ever day at 39C. This curtailed our sightseeing considerably but we managed to do enough for Genius Brat to say he would like to see Vienna again when it's cooler (it was the first time we had actually stayed there with him as opposed to rushing through on the way to somewhere else). We also managed to have a meal with my cousin, and spend a lot of time in cafés, which is after all what Vienna is really for.
It was a great holiday but since we've been back I have been more down than for a very long time, partly induced by the foul weather in London and the fact that I wasn't on holiday any more. I have spent large amounts of each day in bed asleep and other large amounts playing Lexulous or messing about on Facebook. This is a bad thing, apart from the Lexulous which is great but my opponents keep getting brilliant scores and I don't (and I thought I was good).
All of this has not been conducive to blogging. I think I've probably turned the corner now as I am only spending part of each day thinking my life stinks, as opposed to all of it. The irony is that my plan on returning from holiday was to talk to the doc about reducing my meds, as I had been well most of the time for a longish time. Methinks it is new therapist time (I am currently therapist-less but have some leads). Of course in order to do anything as constructive as finding a therapist, I have to be well enough to face making phone calls and sending emails...
Just to make life even better, The Grouch has just had another blood test for PSA, which is not a theological concept but the marker that indicates prostate cancer. He has gone from 3.9 which is borderline dodgy and necessitated a horrible biopsy, to 7.2 which is decidedly unwelcome and calls for an MRI scan and another biopsy, this time under general. Prayers very welcome from those who pray.
In the midst of all this we are about to celebrate GB's 15th birthday. It may not be the best ever.