It happened. I got so depressed that I thought I would pick myself up a bit and dust off. Took my big boy pills and took the dogs for a walk. Granted it was just to the green space across the road but I managed a few laps of it before getting agonising back pain. Then retreated. And then. Pokemon. I opened all the boxes, put all the pin badges on display, and used one of the trainer boxes to hold all the unopened packs. There are like 40 of them. Talk about addictions. I managed to open a few of the special edition packs and was happy with that. So I overcame the block. Ish. Sort of. The opening of packets can be another day.
Had a slow start to the day, managed to get online at 10am for work but then something happened that really bothered me with something someone did. Vague. But anyway said person pissed me off so ignored them all day. If they want to be like that then fine, it’s not like I’m being paid.
The dogs are still sulking. Well, they were until they went on a walk but I’ve stopped giving them meat and just biscuits instead with fish oil (which they love). Simply because of the shitafon they did yesterday around the whole lounge. So figured a basic diet will fix the problem. I haven’t worked out which one it was yet. I refuse to start talking about my dog shit online. It’s wrong and shouldn’t be done.
The antibiotics finish tomorrow. Thank god because I feel terrible. I hate being on them, it’s as if they cancel out the anti-depressants and anti-psychotic medicine. Every time I am on them it’s the same feeling. I hate it. It’s like depressed overdrive. Got some music on, and have done it all day, seems to be shifting.
As for the new home front, I’ve emailed a few more questions to my case worker so I can get on the property lists. We have ruled out a room share as I don’t play well with others if they are annoying. It’s the narcist in me. Although technically disabled with meds. It comes out every now and again and causes a storm. But for other reasons such as having the kids over, or the dogs, or even the budgets for that matter. So I’m looking for a 1-2 bed flat, floor level access and then the council will modify it as I need it to be for me. I’ve looked on the usual suspect sites. I still don’t understand why a two bed goes for £700 a month on rent. I really don’t get that. We are living in a three bed for £595 and it’s big. Even the room shares were looking around the £300 mark.
I’ve found a charity to who you can apply to get white goods, carpets, and other bits for a low monthly cost, so at least I’ll have all the basics. We talked about the divorce before D left for camping. So long as I get this computer, desk, chair, and the bean-to-cup coffee machine she can keep everything else and do as she sees fit with. Well with a few other things like photos and books which are mine but no big ticket items.
What’s for dinner?