Dissociating

I have disassociated throughout this evening. After thinking of the case, in Ardoyne, where a Mentally-Ill mum stabbed her baby boy to death – her two-year-old daughter is in Intensive Care – and hearing that the Covid spike in Belfast cancelled the Cancer Ward, I felt numb and helpless. Not to mention trying to get a more expensive Giffgaff Goodybag; to get more value for Data.

The NHS site for Dissociative Disorder mentioned Eating Disorders, PTSD and Additional Stress. I may vouch for all three, off the bat. From my own experience, I depended on a Food Bank on Monday; since then, compulsively having bowls of Coco Pops.

Dystopian Tunes:

Locked down – but not a Serf!

Lockdown does get to me several times. But I had ZERO interest in the Lady Gaga event – I’m Team Trump whenever it comes to the WHO – instead, I attended a Manchester-themed stream on Saturday and Sunday evenings. The donation I made was for the NHS. But I was there for the tunes. 😀

There will be a Belfast-themed stream – of Funk and Soul – which is also raising money for the NHS. I feel that putting my money where my mouth is is better than clapping. 😉

I am also attending Zoom classes for Slimming World. Plateauing at the moment. But I can still pat myself in the back for not gorging myself stupid.

Plus, I have no interest in Tiger King. 🙂 Instead, a Skype friend from Etobicoke – Toronto – keeps me company. Plus, a friend from Belfast who – like me – is one of the few non-Canadians to love the Tragically Hip. 🙂

Tunes: