Be Excellent To Each Other

...Dimrill to do all the pictures he promised

Sony to give me a reason to buy a PS3

The Ginger one from Girls Aloud to be replaced

Peace on Earth and boring stuff etc.

...Zardoz to stop his tiresome single-entendres.
...Zardoz to wrest control of his living room to be able to play games at a reasonable hour.

That's about it.

Cars and money.

Myoptika to raise enough money for the corrective surgery on his ingrowing penis.

Zardoz to buy some new head polish.

the mods to get back to me on my reported posts.

...a Dulka Prague away shirt.

Peace and love.

Peace and quiet.

War and Peace.

Topsy and Tim.

Grim... to come back

I've seen him playing with those other boys, why has he forsaken us?

a PSP

All your reports have been printed out for careful consideration.

Or possibly loo-roll.

Zooey Deschanel, wrapped in a bow. And nothing else.

Craster performed a "freak out" and in the process damaged Grim..'s tache. The resulting injury forced him to leave us and vow vengeance on the Sam Coupe lover.

A medication that works for bipolar. So far I've been guinea pigged with drugs for depression, and drugs for hyper. But they only seem to combat one.

Started on fluoxetine two days ago and have been having the most awful nightmares, and also have to take risperidone too which make me feel incapacitated.

Setraline made me grind my teeth so hard I've cracked three molars and a wisdom tooth.

Obviously I accept that I'm 'ill' per se, and will never be 'normal' but I'm just trying to improve my quality of life somewhat.

I have heard the fluoxetine are very good, but take ages to kick in properly. Just hope my xmas isn't ruined by nightmares of dead things because it's the first xmas I have spent with my family for eight years, and I really don't want to be woken @ 4am with horrid visions forcing me to get up and walk around like a zombie trying to clear my thoughts before I can get back to sleep.

Fluoxetine was fricking awful when I was on it. Even worse when they doubled the dosage when every day was a battle against suicide. Best advice I can give is to ask someone to keep an eye on you.

don't you know we're in a recession? better leave out the bow.

I've sent the Ferrari back, you ungrateful bastard.

FEEX

A phone call offering me a job I'm being interviewed for on thursday. Handing in your application personally at 6:40am is apparently more impressive than qualifications, folks!

The odd part is that I have never considered suicide, not 'really'. Of course I have thought it through rationally, but something inside me always considers those around me. My mother once said that losing her kids before she goes is her worst fear.

I suppose I can be thankful for that, having that fear in me.. I'll see how the pills go.. So far I've noticed that I feel a bit dizzy and sick for the first two hours, then I'm ok. I suppose I'll just have to deal with the nightmares.. They're nothing new to me anyway tbh, ever since my father died I've had them, sometimes the same one recurring for months before it pisses off.

Good luck man !

Until those bastard tablets came along, me neither. Now I wish I wasn't here, dead, but not by my own hand. It'd be awesome not to wake up tomorrow.

I do know that feeling. But it always goes away after a while (mind you, that's bipolar I suppose). No doubt within a few days I'll be feverishly hammering my keyboard in another epic BS waffle post

[snip - me, too personal so I changed my mind on posting]

I've just done some reading, it appears quite a common side effect with a few different types of antidepressents. Although the research is contested, the statistics seem to lead to the conclusion that they increase people's thoughts of suicide whilst decreasing actual suicides. What an unpleasant combination.

All of them that I have taken have that side effect tbh. That's what my Zoloft (sertaline) said. They were actually quite wonderful, apart from the fact they didn't really reduce the mania, just the depression. My OCD's were alot better on them however..

Ah well, if the fluox suck too bad then I'll just go back to Sertraline and put up with the teeth gnashing and other shit.

1, Alan Rickman-but someone to have brain washed him so he thinks he doesn't have to wear clothes....EVER!

2, A decent job that pays more than a paper round

3, An apartment again

4, My kitties back

5, My mummy to come and live nearer to me

a winning lottery ticket.

The pound:dollar exchange rate to go back to something that doesn't mightily suck.

All I want is the pain in my arm to go the fuck away. Though I wouldn't mind a lot of money.

Strangely apart from option 1 I wanted all of those things last year.

I didn't get #2 which resulted in my losing my #3 and my #4 had to be forgotten and my cats adopted out.

I got #5 in may this year after not seeing mummy for 6 years, adopted a new cat and don't have to worry about jobs or a place to live anymore.

So here's hoping 2009 will work it all out for ya

I'm coming to live wif yoo

K. Please bear in mind that I'm a one kitty person. I don't think having two is a good idea (my boys were fine until they reached 4, then they ripped lumps out of eachother).

I sleep in patterns, usually for about 4 hours before waking up with back pain so I'm a bit of a night walker.

My house is in the middle of absolutely nowhere, but still not far enough from civilization. I suppose I could ideally do with a desert island for xmas, that way I don't think I would ever need any pills because i wouldn't have to try and be like anyone else, and everything I said would make perfect sense.

I sometimes shave in the bath, which can be rather prickly on the bum. It's only because I am totally lazy and if I had the option I would have all my hair removed and live totally bald.

That should be about everything.

Run quite fast, I'll distract her with a copy of Galaxy Quest.

hahahahaha

Mmmm Galaxy Quest....no! Stop distracting me >.< PUCKERED ANUS ATTACK!

I think this medicine is making me a bit...odd.

Anyway

1- Cats-I have 3...1 more will be fine, trust me-for I am the cat lady and they are my minions of evil cuteness.

2- Sleep thing is fine as I will probably be roaming around the house anyway like a zombie

3- Nowhere, you say? Can I have myself a shotgun and a old wooden rocking chair at the front? If so...SOLD!

4- I clean like a mad thing so there will be no hair-I'll probably be cleaning whilst you are in there ^.^* no worries

So...ah....when do I move in?

Whenever you like. Just remember, my kitty pwnz joo. She's the princess.

Final Fantasy has really run out of ideas, hasn't it?

I'm on double-dosage of that at the moment. That said, I don't think about suicide anything like as much as I used to. However, this bit -



rings true with me.

I've got moved to Venlafaxine anti-Ds and Quetiapine sedatives. I can sleep at nights now, but they do nowt for the rest of it.

Dear Santa, can I replace my lottery win with a happy Dimrill?

Note that he doesn't have to be under my tree on Christmas Day, but if he is, he has to be wearing clothes and not just a big red ribbon and a cheery grin.

I'm on Citalopram, but only the 20mg dose for mild depression. To be honest, they've worked wonders for me. I was very seriously thinking of suicide before being put on them, very much what you say Dimrill about it being awesome to not have to wake up tomorrow - that's how I felt. That the idea of going to bed and not waking up the next day would be infinitely preferable to waking up and life continuing. The difference being that I had got to the stage where I was prepared to do it, I had accumulated the necessary drugs and alcohol for an overdose, if that failed I had taught myself how to tie a noose and was going to go up to a nearby forest. Fortunately my father intervened and whisked me down to the hospital for the happy pills.

Now, whilst I do feel shit a lot of the time, I'm struggling to understand how the fuck I could rather kill myself than face up to having been dumped for a mistake I'd made. Plus I have a responsibility to my child - how would it have been for him/her to go through life knowing that Daddy had killed himself because Mummy got pregnant with them.

So, in my case at least, Ashcroft was right: the drugs do work.

Surely Ashcroft thought the opposite?

The ugly fecker...

That's quite right sir, which brings me onto the side effects - difficulty sleeping properly and a slightly spazzed out brain.

I assumed he was talking about John Ashcroft, how clearly thought that the drugs do work, as clearly visible from his work extending the patent on Claritin and others during his time as a US Senator. My mistake.

Cheers! It's rather promising, actually. I originally applied for a different job, but they called me twice and emailed to say they didn't feel I was quite right/qualified for that job, but would I like an interview for another vacancy they have? I looked, and the second job requires even more qualifications that I don't have, and pays at a rate of £5,000 more per year. I really can't think of a logical explanation for that other than 'they had someone pencilled in for the first job already', because stringing me along for the sake of politeness would just be silly.

Still, if I get it, it'll basically get my life back on track after an utterly miserable year. Score!