I have come out of hiding now that Christmas is over. I quite like New Year, well I like drinking and partying ’till the wee small hours, but I don’t like Christmas.
It was even worse this year as I ended back in hospital again just before Christmas. I collapsed and ended up being admitted overnight, the doctors’ think it was a combination of adverse side effects of the beta-blocker my psych started me on and a very low potassium level (due to vomiting). I’m OK now though.
As for life in general, I am attending the local day hospital on weekdays in the mornings to have an assessment over a longer period that can be sent to the substance misuse people in the new year. I am still taking my meds and I haven’t self-harmed in a while. I am sticking to only taking 4 sleeping tablets a week (mainly because my Mum dishes them out to me) but what she (and the professionals) don’t know is the amount of OTC sleeping aids I take on the other 3 nights a week. My codeine use has decreased but not gone away. In fact it seems to be a lot more sporadic and impulsive, which I’m not sure is a good or bad thing.
London is grey, wet and miserable. I’ve already vowed to myself to go on a long walk tomorrow and take some photos of the city. I love taking photos, I’m not particularly good at it, but I love it and it dawned on me that I have hardly any photos of the city I have lived in for all of my life (exclusing my under-graduate years) so I hope to remedy that one.