I had cold symptoms over the past weekend, and have decided to voluntarily self-isolate; as opposed to taking a lateral flow test. There was a video, where a can of beer produced a positive result. Therefore, I’m cautious of the test’s measurements.
Also, this Wednesday, I’ll undergo a fast. The fast is to heal families; broken by strained relationships. For so long, families in this country have been destroyed by conflicts. Usually over money, and status, as well as adultery and abuse. From my own perspective, I didn’t appreciate the role of the family unit until I had none left.
I’m still struggling with vices. But I keep picking myself up, and trying again. It’s how to succeed.
Last Friday, the family home and land sold for good. But the septic tank for the bungalow I’m set to move to is in a neighbouring premises. However, that is being seen to. Plus, I received an alert letter; as a stonking great water bill is due my way. The most obvious leakage was resolved today, but others need to be discussed with the new owner.
I had to deal with an issue which arose with the Christian Fellowship I had attended; which made me decide to stick to Facebook and YouTube to follow their services. But they’ll open a new Café next month, which I hope to attend regularly. God is shutting one door, so I may enter another.
Hard to believe that it will be Twenty years since 9/11. It will also be two years since Daniel Johnston passed away. That day is also the All-Ireland Final. Tyrone V Mayo. It will be a spectacle, but one team will be in the receptacle. (Imagine Patsy O’Hagan writing that?)
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.
I feel that letting go of the need to search for jobs left, right and centre has paid off; in the end.
I got a new car last Wednesday. And, this Friday, my brother and I will be signing a probate oath; at least I assume it will be the resolution of the Probtae following gran’s death. Then, more money will arrive.
The family home and land are sold. But I have about four or five months before I have to move. Less stress. 🙂
Also, the PIP re-application arrived at the Office on Monday morning. The form was filled last Thursday. It will take a week to register on the system. But they extended the deadline to ease the backlog of cases and applications.
Feeling better. My sensory overloads over the past few weeks drove me insane. Now, I’m having more me time.