On Saturday, mum asked me if I wanted to go to the beach. My extended family have a house there, split into three separate units, and from April-September, they spend every weekend down there. The house is on the same site that once housed the caravans I spent the summer in with my granny, siblings… Continue reading Saying yes, mindfulness and the little things
Anyone who takes prescription medication will know that for every box or bottle of pills, comes an A3 leaflet folded up and stuffed inside. An A3 leaflet that lists all the potential side effects of taking said medication. A week before I was hospitalised and diagnosed with full blown bipolar disorder, I was given 4… Continue reading Side Effects
We all do it. Google our symptoms. There’s been many’s a night when I’ve been kept awake with abdominal pain or a bad headache or something strange like feeling off balance, and have googled my symptoms and ended up scaring myself shitless as I scroll through the suggested illnesses. And just the other week I… Continue reading Dr Google
From ‘Marbles’ by Ellen Forney One day last week at work I served a customer who had just got out of hospital after having gall stones. He was rambling on in that way that charming way old men do when they’re telling a story, and he tells me when he found out his diagnosis he… Continue reading But doctor, I don’t want bipolar!
The CMHT is being shifted around and we’ve got a new consultant psychiatrist. The old one, who I first met when I was 18, used to split his time between the ward and the community (so I knew him both in the community and as an inpatient). He’s now permanently based on the ward, and… Continue reading New doctor, new diagnosis
So today is international nurses day! In honour of it, I wanted to #thankanurse, but seeing as twitter limits me to 140 characters, I thought I’d better do it here. I want to say thank you to the Nursing Assistant that looked after me while I was waiting to get stitches for the first time,… Continue reading #thankanurse
If I asked my friends to describe me, ‘sensible’ and ‘indecisive’ would probably be on the list. ‘Sensible’ and ‘indecisive’ doesn’t really lend itself to getting a tattoo, but that didn’t stop me from getting one. I love tattoos. I love hearing about why people decided to get whatever they got permanently inked on their skin… Continue reading Manic Ink