GO HOME!! Food Freak!

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Happy 46th Birthday!! Here, celebrate with this gluten-free, dairy-free, egg-free, sugar-free counterfeit cake that doubles as a Kettlebell. Never mind. Stick a candle in some tofu and pretend it’s Pavlova.

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Sick? Blame your Doctor.

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I was at my GP yesterday, and I decided to ask him for my appointment to be free; because I was still sick, and he hadn’t been able to fix me. I didn’t really, but I coulda.

As ludicrous as this may sound, in Ancient China (and some other countries too) that was precisely the way it worked for over 3,000 years – minus the past 300 or so. You paid the doctor to keep you well, and when you got sick, the payments ceased, making the Doctor work harder to get you better. A Doctor’s income was determined by how healthy his patients were.

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Love in a fur coat. The importance of pets for health.

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Colette once said, “Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.” Meanwhile our two legged companions are often a source of hurt and pain.

After working for five years in Mental Health, I have made the observation that those hurt most by two legged creatures, place greater value on the four legged kind. Furthermore, those four legged creatures also provide around the clock therapy to those who suffer the isolation of chronic illness.

Their friendship, loyalty and love are almost unmatched by our own kind. With their endearing personalities and ability to connect to us on a soul level, I believe they are sent from God to walk beside and heal us.

I have three cats and each of them, with their funny little quirks, gives me infinite amounts of love, affection and entertainment. One of my cats would lay beside me when I was sick and shaking in the early days of my illness, he’d snuggle up close to my ribcage (and he was never usually a snuggly cat) and purr. You would think with all the noise I was making he would have bolted under the house, but he didn’t; he knew. Pets know.

I’ve always been an animal lover, however after working in mental health I became even more aware of the incredible power of pet therapy. I started to realise that pets were anti-depressants. Pets were anxiety medication. Pets were motivators. Pets were companions and pets were pain relief. Pets made the unbearable bearable. Pets were someone to come home to and to be missed by. Pets were someone to care for and to be cared for in return.

We may never fully appreciate their value until we have lost our health, our purpose or our faith in humankind. There at the bottom of that dark, dark place, when hope is but a slim ray of light, if you are lucky enough to have the love of an animal you chose or one who chose you, then you stand a decent chance of making it out alive and sane.

If I died alone and no one knew, would my pets eventually eat me? Probably. But while I’m alive I’m sure they just want to be helpful.

The gift and the curse of semi-wellness

wellFor the most part, I accept that I don’t know when I’ll be well again. I’m well some days, and on others I’m plagued with all sorts of aches, pains and my almost constant companion – exhaustion. My energy is like the Elvis announcement; he’s left the building. It’s there or it’s not. I can’t force energy to be there, I wake up and I pretty much know, ‘today I can drive’; ‘today I can do some shopping, but I’ll have to be quick’; ‘today I will not be able to deal with any social interactions without stabbing someone in the neck’. I can push myself, however there’s always a price for doing that, so I’m very careful as to which events are worth that effort of the inevitable aftermath. For example Dom’s mum was very unwell and I had a feeling it might be the last time I would see her so I braved the 2.5 hour drive to the central coast and somehow I rallied on only 3 hours sleep, but I was knocked senseless for the next three days. Clearly, I have some small amount of reserve, although there are days when I feel I wouldn’t have the energy to get out of the house even if it was burning down around me. The best way to explain it is that I can wake up feeling like I’ve just spent all day moving house; a house with 5 sets of stairs.

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From competent to COMT

 

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My body crash happened about 18months ago, aged 45 right after a stressful work related breakdown. I’ve spiralled over the last year into the full horror of oestrogen madness and crashing fatigue, but in the last three months I’m slowly getting on top of things and here is how I’m doing it. I’ve cut my anxiety/estrogen madness by 80% and my fatigue by 3/4s

My symptoms: heart palps and flip flops; tachycardia (up to 200bpm) regularly but mostly around ovulation and pms time; severe chest/solar plexus tightness; dizzy, faint, weak. Severe anxiety, not from my mind but from my body – important distinction here. I’ve never had anxiety like that ever before, which is how i knew it was body response; feelings of madness and despair (pms); shortness of breath; body aching all over like the flu; swollen glands, aching behind my eyes before period. Crashing badly every night between 5-7 pm, tremors. Shaking. Numbness and tingling in extremities. Crawly, prickly skin.

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STOP IT!!!!

STOP IT!!!!

I just wanted to share this hilarious video.

It’s so tempting as a parent and even as a therapist to want to tell someone to ‘just get over it’ and yet we all know this doesn’t help the situation. Getting over the things that we fear and worry about is a highly personal journey and only with the support of loved ones can we begin to make true progress towards expanding our lives. Continue reading “STOP IT!!!!”