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agapetos -> RE: Dancing to a different drummer (4/3/2007 6:04:10 PM)
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Given that I started this in March and we're now in April and my still making entries, I think I can say this is the longest I've ever had a blog[;)] I was due to see my psychiatrist today but his secretary called to say he had an emergency and had to cancel. It was a bit frustrating because there were some things I needed to discuss ~ but none terribly urgent and emergencies in health care of any sort will come up. I've been seeing him over 4 years now and I can only remember him having to cancel once before. Four years? Gosh, where does the time go? Back then, I thought it would all be so simple. Be referred, be diagnosed, be treated, get on with my life[sm=purplelaugh.gif][sm=purplelaugh.gif][sm=purplelaugh.gif][sm=purplelaugh.gif] Many years before I started to see my psychiatrist I came across a poem in a English Literature class I took called Albatross Ramble. It appealled to my sense of humour (my psychiatrist is still trying to find a word that suits it and is welcome to suggestions at ~ oh, I suspect that would be breaking TOS which isn't such a good idea huh, sorry!) Back to the poem. It tells the tale of someone who woke one morning to find an albatross in his room. Albatrosses have had several superstions cast upon them. It's bad luck to kill one (why, I haven't heard, it just is!) and if they fly around a ship it means stormy weather. The person in the poem wonders about where it came from, if it really belongs to them, how and where to get rid of it and then sums up about what to do about it in a very light-hearted way. I'm not generally quite that light-hearted when I'm down, but I still have this weird kinda sense of humour (I seem to recall asking my psychiatrist if he wanted 'to put me down now or later'[&:]) I'm rambling... and I'm using 'he/him/his' purely for clarity. Someone wakes up with an albatross in his room. They try and figure out why ~ maybe it went to the wrong house, maybe someone palmed it off on him, maybe it got there because of a dream even? Man and bird watch each other. He remembers that it's sunny and springtime and he has someone to meet and if it wasn't for this bird everything would be really good. He worries about going out and meeting his friend with this bird in tow because of the reaction he would get and the effect the bird would do have on people, especially his friend. He goes on to talk of how he's tried to get rid of the bird through various means, including an albatross-exterminator (don't bother looking for one in a directory, he's already done that!) and then telling his friend (by making albatross sounds) that he can't go out (and I've never yet tried telling anyone with albatross sounds that I can't go out!). Fianlly he realises that he just has to put up with the 'gloom bird, doom bird' until it goes away. I've posted a few of my favourite things[;)] lines (and they are within copywrite law, hopefully within TOS too!). quote:
The bird is alive, it watches me carefully. I watch it carefully. quote:
Although I have made albatross traps, Although I have sprayed the thing with glue, Although I have fed it every poison available, It still persists in living, This bird with peculiar shadows Casts its darkness over everything. quote:
I’ll grow disturbed with this bird never leaving, This alien bird with me all the time. quote:
This morning I woke with an albatross in my room. There’s nothing much I can do about it until it goes away. Depression is often cast as an alien being, something we don't know much about really, nor experience and yet it happens, even scripture tells us that. I was talking with my nurse yesterday (in one of my more cynical moods) about a 'self-help' guide he gave me. One of the first things that I came across was things you should do in order to (hopefully) not suffer depression ~ eating, sleeping (try telling a new mother that one!), exercising, avoiding stimulants etc. I told him that I'd been doing all this (to the extreme) last year and I woke up with an albatross in my room (though I didn't use those words because I haven't introduced him to the poem yet[;)][:D]). For me, depression can come on overnight ~ and equally it can go overnight. It's very strange seeing your doctor in the surgery and having her be concerned for you mental health and 2 days later being fine and seeing her in the local supermarket (does anyone else have the problem of running into their GP at the supermarket? It's very disconcerting, you daren't put anything into your basket that isn't healthy incase she brings it up next time she sees you in the surgery: but maybe that's a good thing[8|]). And I'm still rambling, so I'll shut up ~ hope you enjoyed the lines!
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