Christmas Whine

I’ve been sat here for the last hour or so, trying to decide on what to write for today’s post while distracting myself with other things (YouTube, Facebook, etc.). I think I’ve had three different thoughts for themes yet now, I can’t remember a single one of them. So, I’m just going to write about my morning and whatever’s on my mind…

(I think that’s a warning that this isn’t going to be a positive post!)

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Book Review: ‘When Someone You Love is Bipolar’

You may remember that I bought myself a book to learn more about bipolar disorder from a first person perspective. That was back in October, I think.

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When Someone You Love is Bipolar: Help and Support for You and Your Partner

A few days ago, I finished reading this book and now, I feel ready to share a few brief thoughts…
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On Keeping Up

We all know that writing your own blog and keeping it updated regularly can be difficult enough, especially in times where the thoughts may not be coming; no matter how you want those words to appear on the screen, it just doesn’t happen. Doing the thirty-days of truth challenge certainly helps to create new content regularly but, I find it as difficult to keep up with all the other blogs I follow.

I think I have around sixty WordPress followers of this site (the rest are made up of followers by e-mail and Twitter) and I follow the majority of them. I prefer to receive e-mail notifications in my inbox of new posts – if I’m away from the site for a day or two then, there’s the risk that I could miss something by only using the Reader, here on WordPress. When I started, this wasn’t too bad. But, as the number of blogs I follow has increased, the unread messages in my inbox have been piling up.

If you go to your Reader (hover over the ‘W’ icon in the top left and select ‘Reader’, then ‘Edit List’, below the header), you’ll see that you can alter the frequency of how often these messages are received. Mine all started off as Instant. Then, as the numbers grew, I reassigned the more regular bloggers to ‘Daily’ updates. Now though, I’ve put everyone on to ‘Weekly’ e-mail updates.

Scroll down below the Topics on your left and you’ll see ‘Email Delivery Settings’. This is where you can alter the default settings for any new blog you follow, so you don’t have to keep returning to this page each time you find a new blog you like.

This feels more comfortable as I received a stack of e-mails once a week and, I’ll casually work my way through them; starting with the oldest posts and ending with the newest. I might only read two or three blogs a day but, it feels better organised, with less overlap between unread messages.

So, if you read my blog and you know that I’m also following you but, you don’t see me hitting that ‘Like’ button or leaving a comment then, I hope you can now understand why. I am still reading, it’s just my new form of organisation 🙂

This is only my method for keeping on top of things. Other people like the reader, which is equally fine.

Six Days Later

Continuing on from Being Friends, there was actually one piece of information that I forgot to include near the end of that story. I mentioned that I’d eaten quorn sausages the night before. What I forgot to add was that, the next morning, my stomach was roaring inside! I wasn’t in any great pain (a little discomfort) and I’ve definitely felt worse in the past but, I decided to try and hold it in for those final hours as I feared it was one of those that was ‘going to make a mess’ and, probably leave a bad smell in her bathroom… It felt like a large cloud of wind, if I’m honest! Generally speaking though, I have concerns over using anyone’s toilet that wasn’t my own.

Bear with me because, there is relevance to this…

When I first met ‘Jan’, I was still very nervous around her. Even in times where I felt comfortable with her, there were awkward silences. In order to try to fill these (without knowing what to say), I would try to make light of the situation or discussion and some kind of joke (as my dad has always done – he seems to have a ‘way’ with women although, thinking about it now, he’s equally as good at p***ing people off…). Jan’s stomach often made noises in the time that I’d known her. Whether she was hungry or full; she cited her medication as the cause and I would gently humour it to try and ease her embarrassment; kindly asking her to be quiet, to keep the noise down or just to go ‘ssshhhhh‘ while the TV was on. She would genuinely laugh with me each time so, I saw no reason to stop. I thought she liked it. Continue reading