Started on Lexapro. 3rd day in. Dry mouth and tiredness
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First couple of weeks just feel odd. It does normalise afterwards.
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Some great news. My friend whose child is suffering anorexia nervosa is out of ICU and likely to be discharged into the day program. The child has been going home for a few hours at a time and now will be able to go home for dinner and sleep. Days will be spent at hospital where calorie intake is monitored.
We were literally preparing for the worst. My friend needs support for the trauma of it all and now is the time for her to look after herself.
There has been so much bad news itās really easy to be caught up in negative emotions. The progress made has filled my heart with joy and reminds me how strong the human spirit is.
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A huge sigh of relief for your friend and also for you. Thanks for the update.
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Thanks for letting me share. Itās been said before, but itās the best part of blitz.
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Iām so glad to hear that!
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That is great news
Nothing worse than a child suffering in my opinion
Hopefully some balance is found for them
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Iām very happy to see that. Anorexia is an absolutely diabolical illness and one that probably isnāt talked about enough.
Hard not to think of Karen Carpenterā¦ one of the truly saddest stories.
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Absolutely horrific. Lack of calorie intake meant they couldnāt be reasoned with because cognitive ability was compromised. Child genuinely thought suicide was best option. So difficult to break the cycle. They used SSRIs to calm anxiety and itās helped with increasing calories. But the child still calorie counts and wants to exercise a lot.
Great news with progress made but damn this thing is a lifetime illness.
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Oh that is heartbreaking.
All the best to ensure she continues to recover.
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Land tax , vacant tax and sheer passing of time has forced the sale of my grandparents old home. I more or less grew up there, āspirituallyā that place is unquestionably my home, despite the practicalities and compromises inherent to life resulting in me living in Melbourne. Theyāve been dead for 20+ years but we managed to hold on to it and my kids have been able to use it as well. So I really canāt complain in any way. Itās been a whirlwind of activity, cleaning, moving stuff out, finding needy homes for things like blacksmith forges, tools, fridges, reminiscing, ruefully finding old objects and conjuring up memories laced with sadness etc over the last four weeks. Iām completely cooked. But I closed the back door for the last time ever (most probably) four hours ago, and the knowledge that come 2pm tomorrow - after it being built for my grandparents and 88 years in the family, and all of my 50ish - I no longer have any right to enter is like a physical sense of grief. Which is absurd in any rational way. But that place is a part of who I am, how I got here, of the standards I must set and meet , and my refuge to re set and go again. And just straight up the happiest place of my life. And Iāve a nagging notion that I may have put off some aspect of grieving their deaths two decades ago because I could still āvisitā them every time I stayed. Thatās not going to help matters. Nor is the typically irrational - and therefore should be easily dismissed - idea that I somehow let them down by never getting to a position of being able to buy the place. I can work through that, Iāve raised three kids and it was never quite in their best interests to mortgage their futures on my whims. Or a dream.
We still have a couple of blocks - family owned since 1914 - and if they donāt sell I might buy one and do something with it. But now I need to work through the mental gymnastics of whether a complete severance is the better option. Will I forever view the old place with regret and never actually live for the now? And Iām fighting the urge not to drive back up there (a few hours) and just walk around itās emptiness again and look for answers that have never emerged over the last two decades. Bizarre times allround.
Itāll be fine. Sooner or later. Eventually. But look after yourselves, all. Weāre never quite sure when an unlooked-for angle will knock us around a bit. And the simple truth is that we cannot be everything we expect, without splitting ourselves asunder. Which is a messy outcome. I went alone today, and I took the motorcycle. Both calculated decisions to accomplish a private farewell - I just needed no one there for an hour or two - , and a head clearing trip home to remind that there are many places still to go, unlimited things remain to be seen and pondered. Iāve just lost one of my backstops, thatās all.
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Ha!
Iāve actually got some Melody Gardot and similar playing as we type. āOnce I was lovedā seems apt for how Iāve felt over recent weeks.
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Rationally you could close your eyes and pretty much recreate the whole building and everything in it. Emotionally you donāt want to let it go even though you have the most important bits in your heart.
I know that feeling all too well.
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