Believe it or not, another song title, this one I wouldn’t expect anyone but a hardcore Stereolab fan to know. Quite apt as usual as I’m feeling out of sorts somewhat, I’m having anger management problems at the moment, I’m not sure if I should take it out on the overgrown hebe outside or use my relaxation CD. I’m not sure what’s eating at me could it be that I’ve gone through the hell of PMT then period pains with…..NOTHING! WTF? Still angry. Pete’s escaped. My GP tells me not to worry things will sort themselves out. I’ll try not to worry.
My other problem is with my meds or rather the lack of them, I last had a dose a week ago, meanwhile calls have been made by myself, the village pharmacist, and my GP, faxes have been sent (and ignored) I not sure what’s more stressful the fact that the landlord has put up the rent or that I’ve been without Aripiprazole for about a week, but I have managed to survive a trip to London (two trains, two tube journeys) and a trip to see my HRT therapist (four trains, two buses) and some chavs who met with the wrath of a pre-menstrual Mosey, usually when met with stares I ignore them, particularly chavs in an enclosed space (train to Brum) but these specimens just happened to share the same space as me on the wrong day “I wasn’t staring at you ….you mad b*!%h.”, “Good, keep it that way!”. Little s*%!s. I just wished they would have got off the train before me. I’m quite lucky really anything could have happened.
Luckily I’ve received a call and my meds problem has now been sorted, there’s a prescription at my GP’s surgery! At last.
Apart from this hiccup my Habit Reversal Training has been going well, with the added bonus of some aromatherapy (supposedly period inducing basil) it seems as though my HRT sessions will soon be coming to an end as I’ve successfully tackled a biting tic, got my tricotillomania almost under control (haircut tomorrow) and Mr Susan (head jerking tic) has been somewhat reduced.
