Welcome to your Diagnosis - Borderline Personality Disorder
Sure, my Jared-Alone icon would be more fitting. But stfu! (which I always read as stuff you, not shut the fuck up. Because I'm just nice like that)
Had appointment with Psychiatrist today. Was late. Got lost on the way. I'm not used to driving that side of Melbourne. And there were TWO Church Streets! *sigh* I got there only 10 minutes late. *headdesk* And did not have an anxiety attack because of it! omfg!
He was nice. And I think he realised very quickly that I did not fall into bipolar pigeon hole. And reading the pamphlet he gave me, I am glad I went to see him. Given I thought I was either a) or b) and never imagined there could be a c).
Doctor didn't actually tell me I had it. Just that he agreed I had the anxiety issues, and that the effexor helped that stuff, but it doesn't help with "feeling unhappy" - and that is why it's NOT WORKING! Or so I took the meaning there of. (I think I've got a virus or something - all icky feeling. Headache, tired, general feeling of unwell)
He linked me to ActMindfully which I've read a little bit of. Definitely seems familiar, in regard to what I was doing with Sara (psychologist).
Anyway, it's a little bit of Information Overload right now.
In Other News, Did Not Kill Self! Indeed, Saturday night I actually applied for some jobs through arsilver_angel's poking with stick.
Sunday was better?
Monday I wrote my Dad an email/ultimatum - loan me more $$ cos you fucked up in my upbringing did-you-not-realise-I-was-depressed-my-whole-life thing.
Tuesday missmoggy came over. Held my hand and took me to the Evil place known as Centrelink. 2-3 hours later (spent on the phones they have there), have to submit paper work at meeting next Monday and then get some money - enough for Rent aaand... Yeah. Rent. lol Then we went to Medicare with a massive stack of Dr receipts and I got $$$!!! Like, almost $700! Cashing all the coins and money banks and everything, I had money enough to pay rent! Not Credit Card, but rent!
Then, I got a phone call from father. He lent me some more money. I owe $6000 and shall hence NOT cut him out of my life as I threatened. (I do not think I blogged about when I went around to his place to fax dr referral. I do not think I can relive that by doing so. Needless to say, it is somewhat reason for my fucked up state of mind the past few weeks)
Wednesday evening I went around to have dinner with my Wonderful, Organised cousin! The same cousin who wrote up my resume - which I have edited only a little. And she wrote me a Cover Letter (an edited version for another of her friends I am sure she wrote). The Cover Letter is applicable for most the office admin jobs I shall be applying for. And then we applied for a bunch of jobs.
Thursday afternoon I got a phone call! And had a meeting with said recruitment agent on Friday morning in regards to an Administration Assistant job - for a company that sounds wonderful and a perfect match. So I have my fingers crossed.
Meant to apply for more jobs on Friday afternoon regardless. But it was lost to spending time with Jimmy & Polly. Then Karen was down from Sydney for the weekend and I headed out for drinks with her & friends (read: a coke and a meal paid on CC lol). Saturday I slept in? Aaand I have no idea what happened that day so cousin was disappointed when I told her I had not applied for more jobs since Thursday.
Saturday Night was our Alternative to the Family Reunion Party going on in Waterford. It was brilliant. Organised by a couple of my aunts. They had arranged this Irish Folk band thing to come and play! And DANCE!!! And it was amazing! :) So while so many relatives were having photos taken, we were drinking and dancing and having an awesome time. There are a couple pics of me from the night on Facebook, though they're kinda lame. *pokes my hair*
Sunday was spent in bed cos of headache. And today I am so very slightly better. Brain is not functioning very well. I had better feel better tomorrow. *shakes fist* missmoggy is coming around to make me do dishes. So it would be bad if I could not stand up long enough to do them...
Had appointment with Psychiatrist today. Was late. Got lost on the way. I'm not used to driving that side of Melbourne. And there were TWO Church Streets! *sigh* I got there only 10 minutes late. *headdesk* And did not have an anxiety attack because of it! omfg!
He was nice. And I think he realised very quickly that I did not fall into bipolar pigeon hole. And reading the pamphlet he gave me, I am glad I went to see him. Given I thought I was either a) or b) and never imagined there could be a c).
Doctor didn't actually tell me I had it. Just that he agreed I had the anxiety issues, and that the effexor helped that stuff, but it doesn't help with "feeling unhappy" - and that is why it's NOT WORKING! Or so I took the meaning there of. (I think I've got a virus or something - all icky feeling. Headache, tired, general feeling of unwell)
He linked me to ActMindfully which I've read a little bit of. Definitely seems familiar, in regard to what I was doing with Sara (psychologist).
Anyway, it's a little bit of Information Overload right now.
In Other News, Did Not Kill Self! Indeed, Saturday night I actually applied for some jobs through arsilver_angel's poking with stick.
Sunday was better?
Monday I wrote my Dad an email/ultimatum - loan me more $$ cos you fucked up in my upbringing did-you-not-realise-I-was-depressed-my-whole-life thing.
Tuesday missmoggy came over. Held my hand and took me to the Evil place known as Centrelink. 2-3 hours later (spent on the phones they have there), have to submit paper work at meeting next Monday and then get some money - enough for Rent aaand... Yeah. Rent. lol Then we went to Medicare with a massive stack of Dr receipts and I got $$$!!! Like, almost $700! Cashing all the coins and money banks and everything, I had money enough to pay rent! Not Credit Card, but rent!
Then, I got a phone call from father. He lent me some more money. I owe $6000 and shall hence NOT cut him out of my life as I threatened. (I do not think I blogged about when I went around to his place to fax dr referral. I do not think I can relive that by doing so. Needless to say, it is somewhat reason for my fucked up state of mind the past few weeks)
Wednesday evening I went around to have dinner with my Wonderful, Organised cousin! The same cousin who wrote up my resume - which I have edited only a little. And she wrote me a Cover Letter (an edited version for another of her friends I am sure she wrote). The Cover Letter is applicable for most the office admin jobs I shall be applying for. And then we applied for a bunch of jobs.
Thursday afternoon I got a phone call! And had a meeting with said recruitment agent on Friday morning in regards to an Administration Assistant job - for a company that sounds wonderful and a perfect match. So I have my fingers crossed.
Meant to apply for more jobs on Friday afternoon regardless. But it was lost to spending time with Jimmy & Polly. Then Karen was down from Sydney for the weekend and I headed out for drinks with her & friends (read: a coke and a meal paid on CC lol). Saturday I slept in? Aaand I have no idea what happened that day so cousin was disappointed when I told her I had not applied for more jobs since Thursday.
Saturday Night was our Alternative to the Family Reunion Party going on in Waterford. It was brilliant. Organised by a couple of my aunts. They had arranged this Irish Folk band thing to come and play! And DANCE!!! And it was amazing! :) So while so many relatives were having photos taken, we were drinking and dancing and having an awesome time. There are a couple pics of me from the night on Facebook, though they're kinda lame. *pokes my hair*
Sunday was spent in bed cos of headache. And today I am so very slightly better. Brain is not functioning very well. I had better feel better tomorrow. *shakes fist* missmoggy is coming around to make me do dishes. So it would be bad if I could not stand up long enough to do them...