Musings from the Merse
Just back from the gym-forced marching and cycling have exhausted me but at least we were inside away from the rain. Last night we watched a bewitching edition of The Choir with Gareth Malone. Do find it on IPlayer as it is a magical hour. Rev continues to charm as well and this series is up to the standard set by the first
I have had a session with the teaching pro at Puton Mill. I surprised my self with my length off the tee with my driver and 8 Iron. Also my dhort putts were dead on line. Mr Sadler seemed quite impressed. Next step is to get back on the course if I can find someone prepared to play only a few holes
Labels: Depression, Golf, The Choir
Today my senior shrink called to see me.She is the one who decides on the large collection of pills now clinking around my inside. We agreed after 40 minutes or so to slightly reduce the dosage to see if this makes any difference. I doubt it will. What is needed is a massive shake up and at least abandoning one pill completELY which will
make me feel less chemically coshed than is the case at present, But shrinks lay great
emphasis on the little horrors ans abandon tHEM WITH GREAT RELUCTABCE
lESS DRUGS WILL MEAN mORE COHERENT BLOGS. We can all say Amen to that
Keeping our hand in
we have just said goodbye to our middle daughter and husband. A useful couple to have around; even with our blunt axe he has chopped a lot of wood and she is a tower of strength in the kitchen as we actuallly had a small supper party-the first for some months. Today we suffer from overindulgence and in my case a stinking cold.
Tonight is a good TV night-the Choir at 9pm and University Challenge at 8 and then an early night.
As you can see we have no material for blogging so I am trying to keep my hand in. With more activity blogs should become more interesting
Labels: Dull blogging
BACK ON LINE
Well here we are back on line after many months of silence. Log fire blazing in the wOOd burning stove, new computer snuggling my lap and glass of orangejuice at my elbow. The drugs I am on rules out alcohol which anyhow does nothing for my tastebuds
Very little to report as basically the same cocktail has left me in generally muzzy state with very little incentive to do anything including golf where I am any how handicapped (no pun intended) by the recurrence of a leg injury which would rule me out from playing more than a hole or two.
I will try to be more enterprising but at present I have no news to report except that the notorious B6461 maintains its record for the slowest drivers on record and the largest number of large tractors with immense trailers which the slow driversjust do not overtake making a trip to Berwick a most irritating proceeding.
Winston Churchill decribed a depression as a big black dog on your back. I agree with the said dog dulling your perception and weighing down your spirits. I hope therefore to have some comments from fellow sufferers
Labels: lBack on line; depression.;B6461