By The Right Honourable Jimmy
Theresa May as Prime Minister. Yes or No?
Theresa May is the home secretary and she has the most votes for tory leader and being the new UK PM.
She also thinks another general election will cause more harm than good. (Which makes a wee bit sense)
I'd say no though, because I don't think another "Thacher" will do any good for me (until I finish Uni and get a decent middle class job). If she becomes PM I firmly believe that she would privatise the NHS and I'd have to pay money to see my doctors and probably I'll have to pay hundreds for my medication which is a no no for me. She might be nice and genuine but until I start gaining 50K + a year I would have to say no.
I hope everyone has had a good Christmas and New Years, or at least if not good, then not too traumatic.
My Xmas was better than I expected. The only downside is that now I've started eating again (not eating = not good) I'm back to binge eating which = not good either.
I'm going to book in to see the local psychologist this week and start working with her on my unhealthy relationship with food and I'll book in with my Shrink in Feb. Hopefully, with all of us, (& hubby's unwavering support) we'll figure it out
So right now, I've eaten waaaaaay too much pizza and I feel really quite sick which sux Can't wait to get my head sorted out LOL
Tomorrow, I'm going to buy the Xbox Kinect UFC Personal Trainer so I can get a work out even if I don't feel up to leaving the house
Anyways, I'm going to lie down now. :/
Signing off for now
hello... i am a 31 years old woman living with bipolar1 disorder and lupus (systemic lupus erythematosis is an autoimmune illness that attacks the body's own organs, tissues, cells). i have been diagnosed with lupus since i was 17 and had it attack the brain and was hospitalised in the mental ward for 2 months when i was 19. that's when the psych meds started... after many unsuccessful attempts to be medicated, eventually abilify made its way into my life... i have been on it for 3 years and even tho i am grateful for it taking away the turbulance of moods and psychosis (from lupus) and mania etc, i feel resentful of it making me put on 20kgs... i have had weight issues most my life and body image issues most my life too so 20kgs is just unbearable. at the moment i am depressed and not very hopeful with my future. the psych doc said that there is no other choice but to take the medication because i react very badly to almost everything else...
i major in psychology in a bachelor of arts.. but its too research oriented and i hate maths.. so when it comes to statistics and lab reports i just cringe. therefore i dont get good results and cannot go for higher education and fulfill my desire to help other people like myself struggling with mental illness. but i heard that i can take the next best thing which is masters in counselling. it will be more oriented towards community work and social work but i am hoping to have a chat with the co-ordinator and maybe get a better idea of it (in australia psychology and counselling are not the same thing.. you can't be a psychologist if your training is in counselling only but you can be a counseller if u are a certified psychologist.. go figure). other than that i havent touched my passion for music for a very very long time... i miss it and it always feels like a part of myself is missing... i find that with the abilify i am not so passionate with anything...
i have 1 family member who is my mother, the rest are in another country and i dont talk to them at all... my other adopted family is my 2 bunny rabbits whom i love very very much... they are my babies. and i currently have 5 mice too. they like running on the wheel... lol
i live in a city apartment funded by my mother... without her constant financial support i would sure to be on the streets. i have very few friends... but the tiny few are very loyal and long term friends. i have had a bf for almost 2 years now who is very very supportive and loving of everything i do.
i like salsa dancing and latin music, balards, r n b (at least 90s r n b lol) and good singers and quality music. not that much of a fan of top 40s but sometimes a song catches my attention. i like horse riding but have not been for a very long time. i also like swimming and seeing movies... i used to like nature but there's too many bugs in it.. lol i like asian foods and have some intolerances...
if i were to wish for anything for myself right now i would wish for a solid, reasonably paid career where i can feel some purpose to my life because atm i feel none...
wishing everyone happy holidays and hope u'v have a great xmas and nye celebration to come
Today was not the most fun day of my life, by a long shot. I woke up to my 2nd day of migraining. I hate my period. Even when I manage to avoid migraines the rest of the month, through heavy use of Excedrin, and all of my Imitrex, I absolutely always have a menstrual migraine. Ow, ow, ow, ow. This one was particularly bad. It is times like this that I *so* wish that my husband could drive. I am stuck with my pain, there is no way I can go for a shot, because they won't let me drive afterwards (nor would I really be safe to drive, to be frank). There is a Kaiser Permanente within walking distance, but I am not part of their system, and I really don't think they would help me out. They would probably just think I was a drug seeker anyway, since they don't have access to my medical records.
I always feel like by the 2nd day, I fucking deserve a shot of demerol. By the 4th day (which happens about twice a year), I am so sick, I can barely move. I know it is whiny, but seriously, why am I the lucky family member who won the chronic migraine lottery? Not to mention the bipolar roulette wheel. My sisters and dad all get migraines once or twice a year. Sister2 was bulimic as teen, and my Sister3 does have occasional episodes of depression (which I am not trying to belittle), but they are short and infrequent.
Sister3 is much more functional than I, having graduated with honors from a very good college. I went to a very good University, which I barely graduated from. Hers has only an undergraduate body, but is ranked in the same tier, and has a reputation for being much harder than mine. She is currently in Australia going to veterinary school. I couldn't be more jealous. I have always dreamed of living in England or Australia. Since the UK has become such a surveillance society, we decided that was out, and set our sites on Australia. DH and I had actually started the process of emigrating to Oz, until we found out his seizures made him too unstable to be accepted into the Australian health system as an immigrant, even though his field is one of the categories that they say they have an emergency shortage of. This is ironic, because I thought for sure I would be the one whose health was the problem. But because I have never been hospitalized, I am in the clear. But I don't have enough points to enter under my own power, bringing him along as a spouse. I would have to rely on his points. And there the game ends. His seizures rule out Canada as well. New Zealand is of no interest to him.
The whole point of looking into emigrating was we both have such serious pre-existing conditions that if we ever lost our insurance, we are totally screwed. When it became clear Obama was going to be elected, DH decided he wanted to stay in the US, because he was so certain a Public Option was going to be passed. Uh, right, that turned out well. At least we can't be turned down outright for pre-existing conditions, just charged a lot for them.
And now DH has been laid off. He is getting a ton of interviews, but hasn't hooked anyone yet. We are COBRA-ing at the moment, and I am just keeping my fingers crossed that he gets picked up within the next couple of months, because COBRA won't even go long enough to finish the rehab from my foot surgery.
Speaking of which, I apparently will be incapacitated longer than I thought. From the way the Surgical nurse was talking (or what I was hearing at any rate), I would be able to drive within a couple of weeks from the surgery. Now it looks like closer to two and a half to three weeks. Also, according to Sister3, who had the same surgery, but not as extensively (i.e., my foot is in much worse shape than hers was), she was on so much Oxycontin that she had to set her alarm to remember to take the next dose. And you have to stay on top of pain: once you let it get out of control, it is much harder to get back under control, and you actually need *more* drugs than if you just maintain a schedule.
I have to make a reservation for a little knee scooter to rent that my insurance won't cover. Gah. Plus, I have to bring crutches to the hospital. Last time I used them, when I had my knee reconstructed, I broke my pinky toe falling. I am so not looking forward to this, sometimes I feel like crying. The surgical nurse is making it more and more clear that I am really going to be incapacitated, it sounds like possibly even more so than when I broke my hip. Oh yes, I am the Queen of Orthopedia. I have also blown an ACL, torn through an entire muscle sheath on the outside of my ankle, and snapped a ligament in my other ankle. I used to own my own crutches and walker. Luckily, I held on to my shower bench, but I gave away my crutches to someone.
Yes, I am being a whiny bitch.
I had yummy artisan goat cheese, crackers, and lightly salted tomatoes for dinner. I think I have already said I am a cheese snob. DH has an interview *really* far from us tomorrow, so I am driving him over, it will take at least half an hour. At least it is near a Whole Foods. I am going to get that awesome truffle chevre, some more tomatoes, and some more crackers. Also I am hoping they have chopped liver because it is Chanukah. My dad promised to make some while I am in Pittsburgh, but I want EVEN MORE. It is so rare that I can get it. That is about the only thing I miss about living in NYC, fresh chopped liver any time I wanted it. *slurp* I am such a Jew. I also wish I had a Latke recipe that made fewer than 600 Latkes, it really is a deterrent. Whole Foods Latkes are really not that great, although maybe I will just get a couple, to have with some sour cream and apple sauce. Hmmm, maybe I will force DH to have a Jew dinner. I forget if Whole Foods also sells matzoh ball soup. That would rock. Although I actually make great matzoh balls, but I *do not* want to encourage the Indianmeal moths that we *finally* got rid of, and I make them from real meal, not from a mix. Again, *slurp.* One of the good things about DH is he'll eat pretty much anything.