Whilst I am a day late, I am here.
It’s not going to be a full and regular post (if that’s even been set in stone yet). I just want to get a few things out of my system and out there and try and get my head into some kind of writing space again.
Last week was a slow hopeful recovery period. I was worried about spending too much time sat staring at the screen in case I induced yet another migraine. In the end I managed to get through to Friday without the need of any medication to help me get through the day.
I was prompted on Wednesday by a friend on Facebook to revisit a Radio adaptation of Lord of the Rings. I was a little daunted at the start it is 13 hours long, which is longer than the extended edition movies put together. It’s quite a feat to take it all in. I initially started out just by trying the first episode and was drawn in so quickly that I soon found that I was three episodes in by the end of Wednesday. Yes, I was sat at my computer, but I wasn’t looking at the screen for much of the time. I was sat back imagining the scenery along the journey.
It’s been a while since I sat through the movies and I have yet to see The Hobbit, but it seemed so much easier to me to listen to this epic sprawling story told so well. I picked up things from this listen that I had missed on other listens, I guess this time, I was absolutely ready for the journey to Mordor.
Helter Skelter Time
I think being semi forced into stopping and taking a break from forcing me to do things the past couple of weeks be it through not being physically able to through being in too much pain or in fear of being in too much pain has been good for me, but it has had a negative side effect as well. For the first time in a good two and a half months my mood has been deflated and I have been down. The early signs of a depressive state are showing to me and no doubt Linda and Mum have noticed also. There is very little I can do at this point to head it off except get regular sleep and take my medication regularly. I could see my GP, but I don’t really see what he could do at this point. If things get out of hand then I may change my mind and make that appointment, but it would feel like I had caved in too soon after being discharged from the Community Mental Health Team to be running back in that direction. Maybe I’ll try and make a pillock of myself on the streets this week and get my bike out and see how many times I can fall off between the house and the end of the street. You never know, there could be a video of that next week (OF COURSE THERE WON’T).
There are no fancy things this week, just this one video that I originally was sent on Facebook, but I had to find a better version of on You Tube.
Back when I was a kid, I was in a marching band, and I played the drums, I always imagined that one day we would be this good and would be this impressive… we never were and I never was.
Until Next Time…