Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Bostwick Garden


  1. Heard Howard was first! Believe it!


    And this, from facebook, lol!

    (Extracts from letters written by council tenants in the UK)

    1. It's the dogs mess that I find hard to swallow.
    2. I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.
    3. I wish to complain that my father twisted his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.
    4. Their 18 year old son is continually banging his balls against my fence.
    5. I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was bad wind the other day that blew them off.
    6. My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand?
    7. I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall.
    8. Will you please send someone to mend the garden path. My wife tripped and fell on it yesterday and now she is pregnant.
    9. I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen.
    10. 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster, and 50% are just plain filthy.
    11. The next door neighbour has got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can't take it anymore.
    12. The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared.
    13. Will you please send a man to look at my water, it is a funny colour and not fit to drink.
    14. Our lavatory seat is broken in half and now is in three pieces.
    15. I want to complain about the farmer across the road. Every morning at 6am his cock wakes me up and it's now getting too much for me.
    16. The man next door has a large erection in the back garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.
    17. Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third, so please send someone round to do something about it.
    18. I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat and would you please do something about the noise made by the man on top of me every night.
    19. Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife.
    20. I have had the clerk of works down on the floor six times but I still have no satisfaction.
    21. This is to let you know that our lavatory seat is broke and we can't get BBC2.
    22. My bush is really overgrown round the front and my back passage has fungus growing in it.

    1. Awesome! I needed a belly laugh and you provided several! I think my favourite is #8, though #9 is a close second. ROFL!! :-D

  2. My psychiatrist is a raging incompetent.

    1. Time for a second opinion?

    2. You have no idea. He's in private practice and I think he's only still functioning as a psychiatrist because of his wife's assistance.

      Because I was so sleep deprived (anxiety induced insomnia), by the time I was taken to the hospital, I was labeled "bipolar". There is a HUGE difference between appearing to be in a "manic state", and actually having a mood disorder. They were trying to give me medication to treat manic depression/schizophrenia at the hospital, and the psychiatrist, who, again, probably shouldn't even be practicing any more, went along with it.

      When I finally looked up the medication (Seroquel), I learned that it DECREASES the available serotonin and dopamine in your brain. I know I'm not saying this exactly right, but I don't have a medical degree. I remember from my study of psychology, however, that some drugs work as "agonists" and others as "antagonists" for certain neurotransmitters. Or, the way it is sometimes dumbed down for intro psych students, schizophrenics have too much dopamine, while people with Parkinson's have too little. When my grandmother was given medication to treat her Parkinson's Disease, at one point she was hallucinating (a symptom associated with schizophrenia). A change in medication dosage took care of that.

      I, incidentally, NEVER reported seeing or hearing things, but somehow my hospital record indicated that I did. Still haven't figured that one out.

      Anyway, the same psychiatrist who had been writing me prescriptions for increasing dosages of Adderall (ADHD meds) and antidepressants, was going along with the hospital docs' recommendation that I be prescribed drugs that do the opposite--because I needed to "level out my mood". EVERYONE who came in contact with me (including loved ones) wanted me to go along with this, because I "kept repeating myself". When you go practically cold turkey off of stimulant meds, it's REALLY hard to focus. And I was not allowed even pencil and paper while in the hospital.

      Oh--almost forgot--while I was completely cut off of the antidepressants, I was also enduring killer perimenopausal PMS. Pretty much a basket case--which makes me that much more proud of my ability to outsmart hospital staff this time around. But I was transferred from the hospital emergency room to an INCREDIBLY squalid emergency mental health care facility in town, and then finally to a psychiatric hospital an hour and a half from home. (This, by the way, is the kind of treatment one can expect in Ohio if one does not have health insurance.)

      I've got an "intake" appointment at a community mental health center next week. I don't know if from there I would be able to get a referral to a different psychiatrist. All I know is that at the moment I'm barely functioning, and it's hard to do much OTHER than sleep.

    3. Re insurance: Jan. 1 can't come too quickly!

    4. Renee, write it all down. Write it as you believe it needs to be explained. Then take it to a new psychiatrist and get a second opinion. See if you can get a recommendation from someone you trust; clergy maybe?

      Remember that "the Wheel turns" and it won't always be just like this. Tomorrow is a new day and next year has great potential. Remember to breathe; remember that breath is prayer. XOXOXXX