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Dec. 7th, 2013 04:36 pmWell, what an interesting week I've had.
I think in my last post I mentioned my MN was on the points of being expelled from school. Well, last Wednesday he was excluded until after the weekend. Something happened in class, I can't remember what, but he responded by having a tantrum, flinging things around the classroom, and ripping other children's work down off the wall and tearing it up. The teachers took pictures to prove what was happening should it come to that. He went back on Monday, and had to be brought home again that afternoon, but since then he's been okay apparently. My sister's had to finally make an appointment with the doctor for him though, with a possibility he's going to have to be assessed by CAMHS (child mental health services).
Meanwhile, after months of trying to get my ON into my MN's school, so they can go to the same one and only need to be taken across the street, my sister found out this week that one of her old friends from her old neighbourhood just moved near to where she lives, and their child of the same age just got in, with "one place left". So no-one's happy.
And then I had - well, on Sunday my parents and I went to a pub near our house for Sunday lunch, which we do about once a month. And you know how it is, you eat a lot, but I don't think I ate more than usual. And then on Monday I had an appointment with a replacement worker for the service I'm with at the moment, since my usual guy was on holiday, so instead of going and having a drink and a chat we ended up going to the library and hunching over a single library computer while the guy sort of got a bit pushy about what I was going to do next. I mean, I am moving slowly so fair enough, but I want to start kickboxing, and my usual worker used to be some sort of martial arts champion, and he said he was going to tell me about the instructors in the area. So I don't see the point of wasting a resource like that, or booking anything before hearing from him? I don't know. But anyway, it was physically uncomfortable and slightly more stressful than usual for two hours. And as I was walking home my chest was physically hurting whenever I breathed and my abdomen was aching for no apparent reason, and for the next couple of days I could barely eat anything without some sort of physical pain. I skipped a couple of meals altogether. And then my spine got involved, aching like crazy whenever I sat too straight or tried to lie on my back whenever I, I don't know, tried to get some sleep.
My mum said it sounded like a muscle thing - I feel like I somehow strained my entire digestive tract and chest. But even she was surprised by how long it lasted. I'm still feeling it a little bit now. I have to say, as stupid as it sounds, I suspect my sudden passion for I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here had something to do with it. Apart from anything, two to two-and-a-half hours for the show and the aftershow is just a hard thing to fit into your routine, especially when like to be quite set in your routine like me. But I also got pretty wound up hating the people who were picking on one of the girls, and then having to admit to all of that girl's flaws as well. For the record, most of the people getting at her have gone and she's shown herself to be pretty selfish, which I sort of always thought. So it's all gone a bit blah. But yeah. Mum says tension, as in tensing up because you're in pain, is one of the main things that keeps muscle strain going, and I suspect I was tense because of IAC. I could literally feel the pain coming back when I thought about it, and going away when I stopped. So yeah. This is why I don't like watching reality tv shows. Because they tend to be either boring, or quite emotionally full-on in what is probably quite a manipulative way. But anyway. It's a good example of how stress can cause physical problems, I guess.
So that was my week. Problems with my nephews, physical pain and I'm A Celebrity. We did go to Nostell Priory at the weekend though, me, mum, dad and my ON. It was all done up for Christmas, and it did end up making me feel quite festive, finally. The only annoying thing was that they had Christmas carollers, which made me want to sing along, but it was still November and I don't like to sing them before December. It was Temptation Incarnate. But I did get a pair of new gloves in the shop, and because they were the last pair left and were a bit marked because they'd been on display, I got 20% off. Result.
This week, I've got another meeting with my regular service worker (I think) and an appointment with the Jobcentre about my Work-Related Activity. I'm going to ask about the 18 months thing on my appeal statement, but some people have said it's probably from the original assessment and some people have said it's probably from the Tribunal, so I don't know what to think. I'll just have to ask. I should probably do some Christmas shopping as well at some point. And it's my YN's birthday on Thursday. Happily I already bought him a present months ago - the day of my Tribunal, in fact - so that's all sorted. Bar the wrapping, I guess. Hmm. But mostly it should be all in hand. I also got a call back from the local mental health services this week about being referred for CBT, but as I suspected I'm going to have to wait about 2 or 3 months for it. But at least it's moving along, I guess.
I think in my last post I mentioned my MN was on the points of being expelled from school. Well, last Wednesday he was excluded until after the weekend. Something happened in class, I can't remember what, but he responded by having a tantrum, flinging things around the classroom, and ripping other children's work down off the wall and tearing it up. The teachers took pictures to prove what was happening should it come to that. He went back on Monday, and had to be brought home again that afternoon, but since then he's been okay apparently. My sister's had to finally make an appointment with the doctor for him though, with a possibility he's going to have to be assessed by CAMHS (child mental health services).
Meanwhile, after months of trying to get my ON into my MN's school, so they can go to the same one and only need to be taken across the street, my sister found out this week that one of her old friends from her old neighbourhood just moved near to where she lives, and their child of the same age just got in, with "one place left". So no-one's happy.
And then I had - well, on Sunday my parents and I went to a pub near our house for Sunday lunch, which we do about once a month. And you know how it is, you eat a lot, but I don't think I ate more than usual. And then on Monday I had an appointment with a replacement worker for the service I'm with at the moment, since my usual guy was on holiday, so instead of going and having a drink and a chat we ended up going to the library and hunching over a single library computer while the guy sort of got a bit pushy about what I was going to do next. I mean, I am moving slowly so fair enough, but I want to start kickboxing, and my usual worker used to be some sort of martial arts champion, and he said he was going to tell me about the instructors in the area. So I don't see the point of wasting a resource like that, or booking anything before hearing from him? I don't know. But anyway, it was physically uncomfortable and slightly more stressful than usual for two hours. And as I was walking home my chest was physically hurting whenever I breathed and my abdomen was aching for no apparent reason, and for the next couple of days I could barely eat anything without some sort of physical pain. I skipped a couple of meals altogether. And then my spine got involved, aching like crazy whenever I sat too straight or tried to lie on my back whenever I, I don't know, tried to get some sleep.
My mum said it sounded like a muscle thing - I feel like I somehow strained my entire digestive tract and chest. But even she was surprised by how long it lasted. I'm still feeling it a little bit now. I have to say, as stupid as it sounds, I suspect my sudden passion for I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here had something to do with it. Apart from anything, two to two-and-a-half hours for the show and the aftershow is just a hard thing to fit into your routine, especially when like to be quite set in your routine like me. But I also got pretty wound up hating the people who were picking on one of the girls, and then having to admit to all of that girl's flaws as well. For the record, most of the people getting at her have gone and she's shown herself to be pretty selfish, which I sort of always thought. So it's all gone a bit blah. But yeah. Mum says tension, as in tensing up because you're in pain, is one of the main things that keeps muscle strain going, and I suspect I was tense because of IAC. I could literally feel the pain coming back when I thought about it, and going away when I stopped. So yeah. This is why I don't like watching reality tv shows. Because they tend to be either boring, or quite emotionally full-on in what is probably quite a manipulative way. But anyway. It's a good example of how stress can cause physical problems, I guess.
So that was my week. Problems with my nephews, physical pain and I'm A Celebrity. We did go to Nostell Priory at the weekend though, me, mum, dad and my ON. It was all done up for Christmas, and it did end up making me feel quite festive, finally. The only annoying thing was that they had Christmas carollers, which made me want to sing along, but it was still November and I don't like to sing them before December. It was Temptation Incarnate. But I did get a pair of new gloves in the shop, and because they were the last pair left and were a bit marked because they'd been on display, I got 20% off. Result.
This week, I've got another meeting with my regular service worker (I think) and an appointment with the Jobcentre about my Work-Related Activity. I'm going to ask about the 18 months thing on my appeal statement, but some people have said it's probably from the original assessment and some people have said it's probably from the Tribunal, so I don't know what to think. I'll just have to ask. I should probably do some Christmas shopping as well at some point. And it's my YN's birthday on Thursday. Happily I already bought him a present months ago - the day of my Tribunal, in fact - so that's all sorted. Bar the wrapping, I guess. Hmm. But mostly it should be all in hand. I also got a call back from the local mental health services this week about being referred for CBT, but as I suspected I'm going to have to wait about 2 or 3 months for it. But at least it's moving along, I guess.
