Ho Hum. Humbug

Well it's been a while. My dad the internet nazi is still not allowing access and my phone is limited. God damn plan. Did I ever mention how much I hate being stuck. How I hate commitment? I like to be free like a bird. Go where the wind takes me. Even if that's down dark and windy roads. Y'know?

Well, what's happened? I don't know where I left it to be honest. 

I went to breakfast with my family friends the anxiety was high but as we settled in it melted away like snow on a sunny day. 

There have been many fights with my mother many times where the bottle of pills has become intensely overwhelming. 

My little sister also had a fight with my parents on a day I wasn't at my best and also had tense relations with them. She consequently moved out and is residing with my older sister.

I've started to dabble in my art again which is a sweet relief from the neat ball of wool I had in my head that is quickly unravelling like a tiny kitten who can't chase it fast enough.

My favourite thing, I enrolled in school yesterday for next year! There is a lengthy process to go through yet- a test and an interview! Wish me luck! But I'm excited nevertheless.

I took a train to Melbourne to see a friend from hospital. And it was a beautiful catch up. It was like milk on cereal. Made to be. But on my way home I encountered an Indian man who scared the wits out of me (it's a long story) but I ended ip on the wrong train and giving my statement to the police. Since then my anxiety is extremely high I panic at everything! Sometimes I don't even know why. I feel like my egg shell is breaking. More or less being trampled on by a stampede of prehistoric dinosaurs!

And the last not so bright thing I have to report on is my anorexia. It's still there and making her presence known. More and more each day. My life is becoming dictated by the number war again. How little can I eat. How much can I lose. How little space can I take up. How much exercise can I do. The calories, the exercise, the purging, the laxatives, the restrictive diet (and liquids). I give in. I don't realise it. It creeps in and now it's consuming but low and behold I have no intent to evacuate or call 000. Im addicted and I'm in denial. I even cancelled the dietician exclaiming "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!" Ha my famous last words.

I saw my GP today she took one look at me and said "You're tired" a little nod of the head. My eyes avert she jumps on me "You're flat again aren't you?! What happened?". My response breakdown take glasses off and shield my eyes from her disappointed ones with my hands. I was  bought to nods and shakes for the majority of the remainder of my appointment. I felt like a scared 16 year old again in my first years of seeing her. She got my bp which dropped when I stood and my hr which jumped when I stood. It took a while for me to give her my arm and it took even longer for me to poke my tongue out (to see how dehydrated I was). She asked me if I was weighing myself again nods 

"How much?" "4.2kg in 9days" (I just weighed now 4.5kg in 10days) 

She asked me if I was exercising again nods "How much?" "I ride 8km a day and walk 6km" "All in the same day" "Yes" "What about your hr?" "It's bad but I push through *shruggs*" 

"Are you eating?" "A little 400calories at dinner time" 

"Are you drinking?" Shakes head "your so irrational I'm not going to talk to you anymore, why won't you drink water? It has NO CALORIES" "Because it makes me gain weight" "Not fat weight, why does the number mean so much to you no one else sees it" "Yes you may not see the number, but, YOU SEE ME!" 

"Do you want to go to hospital" (she repeated this question several times and each time I have the same routine response-which she was expecting) "No, I won't go, I won't let it happen. I'M FINE!!!"

She ordered a blood test to be done today at that clinic by the nurse (she didn't want me actually going to pathology I don't know if this is because she didn't want me walking or wanted to make sure I got it done, which I very nearly didn't). As I waited in the waiting room she came back out asking me again (nearly pleading with me) if I wanted to go to hospital. She is sending a copy of my bloods to my AN psychiatrist and if anything is wrong she will call me tomorrow (and him!). I've been self destructing for a while now at first slowly and then with an almighty bang. I'm scared my bloods will be out, and she is pretty certain they will be (although she doesn't know about the purging or laxatives). She left me making me promise to keep all my appointments as I had said I wasn't keen too. And lastly I'm back on weekly GP appointments so she can monitor and keep a close eye on me (rather then fortnightly which I suppose isn't all that bad it's nothing I'm not used to but I just feel like the biggest let down :'( )

A breath of fresh air

Ok so yet again it's been a long time since I posted. It's not that I haven't wanted to. But again nothing seems quite out-of-the-ordinary enough to write about and, my dads become an Internet natzi again banning us. So I'm going off my phone data. So it might be a while until my next post. Which is a little upsetting as writing my blog is so therapeutic for me.

Firstly before I forget, call me crazy, in a moment of insanity I made warm blueberry soup served with cinnamon and soy yoghurt. AND, I was pleasantly surprised at how appealing and tasteful it was considering its calorific content (which I'm trying not to get too wrapped up in). Unfortunately my phone seems to disapprove of my posting of pictures so it'll have to wait >:< 

Well I've been busy. Super busy. Out since 8.30 this morning and only walked in the door at quarter to 7! It's now 10pm and I'm tucked up in bed with my dog and electric blanket. Appointments left right and centre every corner I turn or hill I climb. Today there was two. Another 8 booked before August 20th. And I came away feeling the best in a long time. So here's the verdict, my case manager is being changed. I'm doing CAT therapy. I'm being referred to a dietician. My meds were changed. My med management was changed. I am also now on melatonin ($70 not on PBS!!!) and off olanzapine and on seroquel regularly. My reflux med doubled. If my reflux persists I have to have a gastroscopy! (Can I just say chai tea does not taste so good a second time round) Scary business. Also I have to wear a holter monitor (anyone with experience please share I can't find anything online! Dr Google why must you fail me?!) on August 20th for my tachy for 24hrs so we can investigate further and get a diagnosis! Finally. My gp appt was booked for 30minutes (regular) but her first appt didn't show, good thing, my appt took the whole double! Oh and I'm off weekly pickup. Yay yay yay. Productive appts and my gp is really happy with me and supportive of me and my concerns. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE my gp? I would turn gay for her except that would be a pointless exercise on account of her a)being married and b)having a patientVSdr relationship barrier.

I have also been thinking of contacting some family friends recently which to me personally are more like family (probably more so then my actual family, can I adopt them?) anyway it enters my mind and as quickly as it does it escapes it. So I keep forgetting. I was waiting to pick my meds up from the chemist this afternoon and low and behold he messaged me asking how I was long time no talk, that kinda jazz. So I quickly took my chance piped up and asked them to meet up. He messaged me back later as I was on the bus inviting me to breakfast on Sunday. So it's booked. I am both overjoyed with excitement and yet a terrible bundle of nerves. We are yet to decide where and what time (I am not an early bird especially not on <6hrs sleep a night for the last 7months! With maybe a handful of restful nights, nor am I a breath or fresh air first thing in the mornings fair to say I am not your early bird kinda gal). The next big question is, WHAT SHALL I WEAR???h

I'll ponder...The short version... The psychiatrist.

It was an early one today. Well little sleep was to be had. Up with the birds and the bees and not a break of sunlight shone through the dark clouds that threatened to break their banks. 

My appointment with the psychiatrist was at 9. I was a bundle of nerves I couldn't construct a sentence or articulate myself appropriately to demonstrate my higher then normal intellect. 

I made my way to the bus stop as the sky broke. The bus was unfashionably late as usual but the driver drove at such speed I reached the destination in record time! Maybe it was a sign, I shouldn't of gone? Or maybe I should of? I'm a strong believer in 'signs'. 

I entered the front door. The ONLY door. Or so it appeared. I approached the desk a friendly lady sat hunched over a desk looking at a computer. Feeling like a timid child I stuttered "um, hello?...excuse me? Well, ah... I'm supposed to have an appointment. At *what time was it* 9. *They probably need to know WHO WITH Rebecca. Idiot* With Peter. My names ah *shit what's my name?* Rebecca". I was directed to head up the side of the building and "follow the path" where I would come to another door. Did I mention there was NO PATH! I was going 4wheel driving (well 2legged geographically illiterate where the hell am I going I'm out of my mind what am I doing walking).

I found a door. Heart races. Turn the knob. Push. Locked. I found another door. Heart thumps. Turn the knob. Take a breathe and hold. Push. Locked. Just my luck. About to give up and retreat in a flurry of tears I find yet ANOTHER DOOR! Follow the same routine, but, wait for it, CLICK! Door opens and a great gust of warm wind blows in my face. I'm in. In HIS territory. Out of MY comfort zone. So many thoughts tangle into one like a piece of string that's been thrown in the back of your cupboard a while. Intangible. 

With the drivers broken brake and my sense of direction (or lack thereof) I was still 15 minutes early (as a pose to my original 30). He walks in says good morning to the receptionist. Ignores my existence. I'm clearly the ONLY ONE THERE! Goes in one door. Disappears. Comes out another door. Comments on the receptionist redecorating of the office and as quick as he appears disappears again. Watch the clock. Moments pass and the first door opens and he steps to the side. "Come on in".

The appointment was about 15-20minutes late (can I just stop there and ask how, HOW can you be late to the FIRST appointment when you are IN the building on time???). I scan him up and down in his usual black suit and dress shoes and take in his tie. Blue and Paisley. No duck tie *sad faces*. He didn't have that skip in his step or his usual smile. Don't over analyse everything Rebecca. Too late. IRRATIONAL THOUGHT: He doesn't want to see me. RATIONAL THOUGHT: He probably didn't get his morning coffee. In I go. I take in his room larger then any other I've seen the scales at the forefront of the room a desk and two abnormally large armchairs to the far right corner situated in front of a wide window looking across a barren grassland. The door is a good 10meters away. Today there will be no running.

He opens the interrogation with "What's been going on?". My routine answer for people who've been out of the loop falls out of my mouth before I've had time to think "...lots..." the rest of the appointment goes a little something like this

"What is lots?"

*explains*

"What are your goals?"

*explains*

"What do you want my help with?"

"I don't know maybe *explains*"

"Well only you can do it. First comes the action and then the psychological aspect"

"Ok well I want to change. I do. I don't know how to"

"You just...stop"

"It can't be that simple"

"Your moving your leg now you have to just stop"

"Oh, shit, sorry *stops*"

"No don't apologise that's good that's the first step. You have to do that over and over again" 

"You made me anxious. I'm sorry. I didn't realise. It's habit...Ok, thanks (?) I'll try (half hearted)"

"Well is that all"

"Yeah...I think so"

"They're all good goals. I don't know how I can help. I can only see you once a month. It's costly Is that ok?"

"That's fine. I came here to get your advice I trust you and respect you. Should I get private health insurance"

"You could but it's pointless I'm not covered and I don't think ip is good for you given past experience" 

"Ok thank you. I don't want to go ip anyway"

"I'll see you in a month"

Well that's the SHORT version he mentioned meds and possibly coming off them if I'm stable and eating more and gaining weight (as that's a side effect and "not fair to you for trying to do the 'right' thing, you shouldn't be punished") and asked about my oding I was honest and told him I'm good on that forefront it's a "waste of my time, I can't be bothered  it's exhausting and i don't want my family to find me (not that I want anyone else to find me because that's not fair either)". So I was booked in for a 15minute appointment-in a month! At a ghastly cost! And not too much certainty as to if its going to be worth it. 

I'll ponder.

So, What do you do when all hell breaks loose???

Sorry I've been incognito. I've been trying to compose myself and i can feel everything slipping through my fingers. 

We didn't get the place and i blamed myself for being on DSP I know thats discrimination and illegal but who's going to know right? They don't have to give a reason why the landlords knocked us back. So we've been busy inspecting other properties.

Life's pretty hectic since my mum got home from hospital as well. I'm pretty much on baby sitting duty for the next week from morning till 6pm as dads got work and mums immobile. But that will be a little easier i guess because the kids go back to school monday. But that also means I'm on the school runs whilst trying to juggle looking after my mum school routine house hunting and appointments.

My appointment with the psychiatrist got rescheduled to monday. THIS MONDAY! At 9am! And i'm panicking needless to say. What do i wear? What do i say? It's not a 'safe' place I'll arrive early and scan the premises for an easily accessible escape route.

My OCD traits have become too much to handle I break down at the slightest side step from rules. My anorexia is slowly ravaging like a wild fire I don't even know where it's finding the oxygen to ignite it and sustain it's existence. Laxatives, Coffee, Lies and the master of Subtlety are the bane of my existence

So, What do you do when all hell breaks loose???

I want to go back to my nursing which would entail getting my RPL for what i studied earlier this year and acceptance into the full time 30hrs a wk, THIS WEEK! I doubt its even viable and i spoke to my mum about it and she doesn't think its a good idea because I'm moving. I'M ONLY MOVING BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT ME! Plus i feel i should get out ASAP as i KNOW I'm on the edge :'( You'd think I would be well adapted now and have acquired the skills to avert these situations. I guess not.

Also I got new glasses! :) it's great its like I'm seeing things in 3D for the first time! I don't realsie how bad my eyesight is until, well...I can't see 10 feet in front of me. The wonders of the world aahhh

Colours

I stand in my room, pacing, a million thoughts running through my head. My world has turned grey. The skies are blue, the sun has risen illuminating golden rays that can't even begin to warm my soul, the morning is just beginning, but all I see is grey! I am not happy and haven’t been for a while. Not truly happy. Momentary sparks fly. I have so many positives in my life at the moment. So many things to look forward to. So why can I not get my life in order? When one illness has been quelled another rears its ugly head like a bull. Its like my successes wave a red flag to antagonise said bull. 

I have little else to say except; I'm drowning. It's engulfing me. I'm trying ever so hard to breath under water but my lungs just aren't built for, this! My legs are caught. Tangled. I'm thrashing and getting nowhere. 

In heaven

I didn't weigh this morning on account of feeling fat because i ate an extra 175g soy yoghurt last night when i went out to the beach with my friend. Yeah she ate yoghurt for dinner now thats my kinda style. But i don't think i'll be able to resist weighing tomorrow. I've eaten 100g of chips and its 2.30. and then i can skip dinner if i so do choose as it's footy night for the kids so no parental supervision. Sweet relief.

Stumbling.

Tripping.

Slipping.

Falling.

Head first. But I'm happy. Life is finally coming together. I'm moving out, I don't totally hate my body, I'm looking at getting a job, going back to school. All these things take time but I have a flame thats growing inside of me.

6 months ago i had a black storm cloud that incased my life it bought torrential rain and now its a little plume of black splatter that comes from the exhaust pipe when your car back fires. It is growing as the weather gets colder I won't lie but maybe this time I can control it? I know what your thinking "has she totally lost her mind? Has she not learnt anything about the law of physics in the last 5 years?" My answer; no, no I haven't. I like to live in my own little world of denial where the world is full of puppy dogs lollipops and rainbows.

I had my DSP appt Monday where my participation plan was reviewed. I was exempt from looking for work. I was told i didn't have to see matchworks. I got a letter in the mail today advising me of my approaching appointment, with matchworks. *cue breakdown*. I re-pieced myself together and rang them they told me to ring centrelink they told me to ring matchworks as they couldn't withdraw the activity but as far as they could see it wasn't compulsory as long as i attend counselling and centrelink appointments and if i didn't turn up my payments would be cancelled. *cue second breakdown*. I rang matchworks and they amended the situation in about 5 seconds flat. Hooray.

Someone up in heaven is looking out for me at the moment.

UPDATE: I lost 300g 1.8kilos in two days. Hunni I'm home

A tale of loss and gain

I feel like i need to vent i've been bottling this up and putting on the facade everything is rosie. And sure its better then say 6 months ago when the depression started to hit. But I want to be the person i proclaim to be and i know thats unrealistic noone can be happy all the time but I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to be the good little girl i'm supposed to be. Perfect. Flawless. Recreating myself. 

It has only just dawned on me I am so 'recovery' focused at the moment but, nothing has changed! I'm not taking my meds which is effecting my sleep and anxiety, i eat <800 cals a day (on average i sit somewhere around 4-600) And most of my calories come from soft things yoghurt, soy icecream, coffee, tea, smoothies, soup (safe things) and a small bread and butter plate for dinner, I'm obsessing over walking a lot I average 7-8k a day, I weigh myself countless times a day i hate weighing after i've consumed anything but my brains saying "oh to hell with it" i need to see the damage but my weights staying fairly stable, I'm a neat freak and with my uprooting over the last couple months my room got into a state i didn't want to clean (well thats not true I wanted to clean but was scared to clean) in case i needed to get out quick I was struggling to even enter my room so i deep cleaned it took me 3 hrs but i have a huge weight lifted but i found laxatives about 75pills and i weighed myself after eating a bigger day 800cal and my weight had increased about 500g i couldn't handle it mind you i hadn't been to the toilet in about 3 days and my period is 6weeks late and could come at any moment so now i'm back on the lax wagon wheel after about 6weeks off them -.- i never last long.

I just want to be ok but when i sit back and look at everything i'm still as eating disordered as ever maybe i've just lapsed back into denial? I don't want to admit that in reality I have made NO improvements! Zero. None. My OCD has just gotten several times worse and i'm not sleeping. I just feel like i'm making everything up maybe my AN is cured because i'm happier and don't have this huge black cloud looming and can see a life but it just doesn't add up, these behaviours all indicate I am still 'sick'! :(

I'm now happily counting down the days until I move out (roughly) 60. Freedom come at me bitches. I am planning my decent. I have been told so many times my happiness is the only one that should matter.

I think what set me off is about 4 days ago I weighed at night after a 'bigger' day I had gained weight about 1.3kilos (2.86lbs). I was at an 'unsafe' weight. It has been nagging at me I was trying not to let the scales rule like my gp suggested. I should have just kept weighing seen the damage and put a stop to it. Then I wouldn't be in this spin.

I weighed last night same deal except it had been a fairly low cal day and I was still 1.3kgs (2.86lbs) up. Hence my revelation. I got up this morning looked in the mirror could both visibly see and feel my ribs my flat stomach my teeny tiny thigh gap and my favourite my collar bones or my 'handle bars' (when I get anxious I grab on to them like handle bars lol). Well, I bit the bullet and did my first real weigh in, in about a week AND hallelujah praise the lord I was down 1.5kg (3.3lbs) so an extra 200g (.44lbs) *cue dancing*

But I'm still pretty set on self destruction I just have to keep it together until then. Losing a few 100gs a day until then would be nice not to subtlety I don't even care if I don't achieve that BUT, I WILL NOT gain anymore then 600g! It's just crippling :'(

I'm so sorry guys what happened to me? :'(

I'm wearing a size 12 au skinny jeans! They fit! Tears of happiness. They are one size bigger then what i wore at my lowest weight. 45kilos (99lbs) I didn't expect them to fit i tried them on on a wim

Also I said yes to my friend and she said yes to me we are gonna start house hunting in 2-3wks and look at moving last week of August so less then 2months! Omg yes! :D FREEDOM

This is my teeny tiny thigh gap (my feet are together)



Today just gets better...