Yesterday I had my appointment with my consultant which went well despite my embarrassment about some of the side effects that I’ve encountered on Risperidone, luckily he seemed pretty unfazed, also I had a bit of moral support from my HRT therapist who came along also. He’s prescribed me a new med, Arpiprazole, which I’ll have to Google, I don’t like to take anything unless I’ve done a bit of research. I didn’t take the Risperidone last night before going to bed, I’d forgotten how much it had made me drowsy, I couldn’t get to sleep until around 5am this morning, just tossing and turning keeping the old fella awake, I should have just got up and done something useful like tackling the spreadsheets I need to finish for my business plan or writing this blog.
The Habit Reversal Training is going well I haven’t pulled out any hair for about 3 days which is promising although I waxed my legs, painted my toenails and have still been knitting frantically. (If anyone has any left over wool that they don’t want I’ll happily take it off their hands as I’ve been knitting items for the neo-natal unit in Birmingham.) The self leg waxing seems it bit perverse as I’m not supposed to be pulling out hairs but it did serve a purpose (fuzz-free legs) to strangely satisfy the urge and stave off any hair pulling from my head for a day. The head jerking tic is still going on just the same as ever but I am remembering now to try and intervene when it starts up with the competing response ( the action to replace the tic), the slow nod. It’s becoming a bit more natural now to do the competing response wherever I am. There I was sitting on the train nodding away like Churchill the nodding dog (Churchill insurance adverts).
Going back to the side effects I was still querying the accuracy of the assistant’s tape measure in Agent Provocateur so I though I might get a second opinion in LaSenza. I left with something that resembles a couple of pop-up tents joined together but fits perfectly, I also left the poor shop assistant with a “MASSIVE TITS” outburst that I’d been holding in all afternoon. I would like to hope that there’s more to me at the moment that just a pair of massive tits but I am slightly obsessed about this at the moment, I do have some advice for any would-be tangerine- faced glamour models – don’t bother with a boob job, just take Risperidone.
