Hello, interwebs!

Where have I been?

All over.

It's all different and yet all the same, here at casa del Dickersby.

The crazy? Usual.*

The work? Usual.**

The personal life? Looking up.***

The health? Eh...****

We've moved office at work. If I choose to I now have the dubious honour of walking past an abortion clinic stake-out every morning. It doesn't do much for my good humour, looking at Catholic propaganda first thing.

On the plus side we're right near an awesome cake shop. And the office is all shiny and shit.

Meanwhile, in an attempt to mix it up and not have a shitty life, the Monkey and I are off to Fiji for Xmas. It's not the high season, but here's hoping it rocks anyway.

* Still on 100mg Zoloft to prevent me eating my own head. Still don't really understand the *meaning* of happiness.

** Still more things to juggle than hands to do it with; still enjoying it all, in principle.

*** The monkey husband has officially moved back in, after a 6 month hiatus; but there's still a long road ahead.

**** I'm still on a ludicrous level of medication post-stroke. Who has a stroke at 31? Me, apparently. At the moment I'm waiting on a transesophageal echocardiogram – the leading cause of random TIAs in 'young people' is a minor heart defect.

1 comment:

Marianne said...

Really glad to see that things are, in theory, looking up! But not dogs, dogs can't look up.