YoureLateForTea

I am scaring myself with this active social life i seem to have going on at the moment. It seems that i am actually leaving the house at weekends AND being okay with it. Well, as okay as i can be, considering! Still, i am feeling quite proud of myself for this weekend.

Stef came over on Friday and we got drunk. She had bought an open return because i wasn't sure how i would handle having the whole weekend in and shiz. We woke up on Saturday morning (by morning, i mean it was 3pm) and i didn't even think twice about asking her if she wanted to stay again.

And the main thing is, it wasn't even because of my head and how it started to feel like it was going to fall off my neck and an excursion to the train station would worsen this dread. No. I genuinely had a lovely time and wanted her to stay.

Bam. One for the team!

We had a lovely time. Yesterday was just spent being lazy. We both mutated into the vegetables we are and just mooched on the sofa before coming to bed at about 7pm, watching Gavin & Stacey and then deciding to bed down for the night.

When i woke up this morning, i felt sad she was leaving. She really is a cool chick, that Stef! If you don't know her, your life aint that great really! She's a total darrrll.

This afternoon, after i saw her on to the tram, i went for a few bits from Mozzas and then came home. I did a bit of tidying around but nothing major and ended up watching episode after episode of Come Dine With Me on the TV. I have one seriously mega addiction to food programmes at the minute. CDWM is not a fave as such but its always a good one when you can't decide what else to put on or when you have exhausted all five series' of Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares.

Then, i was just...well, i was overtaken by that bloody binge-y feeling again. I don't need to go in to detail because there aint no point and it'll only end up making me feel sad. But yeah. I binged bigly and now, i am in bed with one serious food baby. In fact, i'd go as far as saying there is more than one baby in this badboii.

I did that typical thing i always do and just shovelled a load of crap in because it was quarter to midnight and 'after midnight, i am never eating again' haha. We all know that isn't going to be the case (and it shouldn't be either :)) but you know the twisted, distorted ED logic that decides that that is a bloody stonking idea. You know the logic i am talking about. The sort where one side of your brain is like 'what a load of fucking shit?!' but then the other side can't help but wonder and plan and scheme.

Silly thing.

This week is going to be a quiet one i think. I am SO skint, no jokes can even be made about this level of skintness. Money-wise, i think i have spent up until about Thursday so i have decided i will not leave the house until Thursday. Well, apart from Tuesday but i wont get much chance to spend anything then because i am getting a lift from my support worker to the burn clinic place for a quick check-up on my scars and then (i hope) she is bringing me back here. That should be safe money-wise. Plus, if i need a drink while we're out (let's be honest, i will) then she will pay because she gets her funding and shiz.

Hahaha. Bless the NHS. These are da perks of bein' poorly int' 'ed innit?!

FREE DIET COKE

But you can't go mad on it. Let's not take the piss. They'll stretch to one free drink (two if you're lucky) per appointment but after that, you're on your own, kiddah!

I am sure i have an appointment with my GP for some pillz this week but i can't remember when. I should probably give them a call about that at some point tomorrow. Otherwise, they'll get pissy about the pill situation.

Oooh. I have a question for those of you on anti-depressants; you know when you see your GP for a new prescription? How often do you see them?

I was seeing mine every two weeks but now that my mood has steadied out a bit, i have just (since last time) had it changed to monthly. My reason for asking is this- i want to know what the biggest gap there is between sessions. I understand that obviously this is Depression and it has to be monitored closely but i am just wondering whether some people go like, two months or something? I hate having to go back all the time, especially when there are no changes in my mood at the minute.

I might have a little chat with the GP next time, if i remember.