Life on anti-depressants

Having been on anti-depressants for just over a week now, and having never been on them before, I thought I ought to make a post about their effects.

In a word: magical.

Seriously.  Having never taken them before – never having felt I was the kind of person who might need to – the difference they’ve made already is remarkable.

I still get angry, I still get sad, but it feels as though I’ve got my sense of perspective back on things.  I’m no longer eaten up with rage at the drop of a hat, no longer shouting at the girls for silly things – hell, I’ve even begun to start planning stuff to do for my 40th birthday in January!

I don’t feel artificially happy or zombie-like or otherwise “drugged” – rather, my background level of happiness has been moved up a notch, back towards its normal level.

And as I say, it doesn’t stop me getting sad.  Trev has been on my mind quite a lot this week and I’ve been missing him.  Christmas is on its way and when buying presents previously he was always the one it was most fun to buy for, because I’d simply buy something that I thought was cool.  And there are still plenty of things online and in catalogues that I think “Yeah, that would have been good for Trev.

So that’s hurting this week, but with the anti-depressants I can get through it, can function.  And that’s the biggest relief of all: being able to function properly again, get on with life – which is what Trev would have wanted all of us to do.

Six. Hours.

Six bloody hours to get home from Bristol today.

If we hadn’t had such a marvellous time this weekend I’d be pretty damn annoyed.  As it is I’m just very tired.

Bristol Harbour Harlots logoThank you very much to Caroline and Justin for feeding and housing us in their beautiful home.  For my Mum and Dad for lending us their car to get from Swindon to Bristol to Cardiff, back to Bristol and then to Swindon again.  To Conny and the Bristol Harbour Harlots for our first (but definitely not last!) game of roller derby, and to R Kelly, Rich, Laura, Lydie, Nik, Liz and Niall & Jennie for also making the trip to Cardiff and making it such a fun night. 🙂

Ten-hut!

My schedule for this weekend?  Ah, thanks for asking.  Yeah, it’s a busy one: more like a military campaign than a weekend away.  The Lovely Melanie is not looking forward to it.

Tomorrow (Friday) I have to meet the girls at Charing Cross at 7pm.  We then have 48 minutes to get to Paddington station to catch the Swindon train.  I have to carry all my travel stuff, plus some stuff of the girls, to work with me tomorrow morning.

BaggageFriday night we’re spending at my parents – it’s a late night for the girls, but they’ll have precious little opportunity for rest (like they ever “rest” at Nanny & Grampy’s house!) because we have to drive to Bristol before Saturday lunchtime (in my parents’ car).

At Bristol we pretty much drop our things at the new house of our friends, Caroline and Justin, eat some lunch and then drive to Cardiff…

..to the house of my old friend from uni, Dr Nick Riviera Perham, his wife, Dr Helen – and their little boy, Luke – who we’ve not met before.

If things go according to plan we’ll have a couple of hours to catch up with them, then head for the outskirts of Cardiff to watch Conny (my sister-in-law) play Roller Derby.

Whenever that finishes, we drive back to Bristol and spend the night at Caroline & Justin’s house (thanks for having us, Caroline & Justin!)

Next morning we should have time for lunch with them and Conny before driving back to Swindon, swapping the car for a replacement bus service to Reading, then a train to Paddington, tube to London Bridge and one final train back to Albany Park.

See?  I said it was more like a military campaign!  Carter girls, ten-hut!

Crazy insane mentalist tomfoolery!

I don’t usually like to post videos on here, mainly because I so seldom have time to watch videos on other people’s blogs.  However… sometimes you come across a video so insane that the only sane response is to send it out into the world.

This is that video.

Yes, it’s seven minutes long, but within just one minute people lunatics are eating fluorescent tubes, and it only gets mentaller from there, to the point where… Oh, never mind – just watch it.

The world is strange

I was thinking something similar just this morning…

‘The world is strange. The whole universe is very strange, but you see when you look at the details that the rules of the game are very simple – the mechanical rules by which you can figure out exactly what is going to happen when the situation is simple. It is like a chess game. If you are in a corner with only a few pieces involved, you can work out exactly what is going to happen, and you can always do that when there are only a few pieces. And yet in the real game there are so many pieces that you can’t figure out what is going to happen – so there is a kind of hierarchy of different complexities. It is hard to believe. It is incredible! In fact, most people don’t believe that the behavior of, say, me is the result of lots and lots of atoms all obeying very simple rules and evolving into such a creature that a billion years of life has produced.’

– Richard Feynman (with thanks to Linkmachinego)

Get dressed!

This morning, approximately 6.50am

ME: Time to get dressed, Amb.

AMBER: What shall I wear on my legs?

ME: It’s going to be chilly-willy today, so trousers – jeans.

AMBER: OK.

This morning, approximately 6.55am

ME: Amb, why are you naked. Can you get dressed, please? Thank you.

This morning, approximately 7am

ME: Amber, why have you got a skirt on?  I said trousers.

This morning, approximately 7.05am

ME: Amber!  Why are you naked again!  Get dressed!

MILLIE: I’m dressed.

ME: Thank goodness someone is.

This morning, approximately 7.10am

ME: Amber, put some trousers on, for heaven’s sake!

This morning, approximately 7.15am

ME: Well done for getting dressed, Amb, but 25 minutes is much too long.

MILLIE: I was dressed first.

AMBER: No, you wasn’t!

ME: Sigh.