Wabbidashery… aka, The Heritage Heaven Tour
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A big shout to @denim-dawg for including a lovely handmade note and a special gift in the package!
There is a certain amount of rivalry between Tromsø and Bodø. Despite being an hour apart by plane, they’re the two northernmost cities. The Mack brewery where these beers are from is despised by many in Bodø, who refuse to drink it. I am not one of them
For balance though, I just had the cold pilsner local to my town…
«Stevie Heighway on the wing!
We had dreams, and songs to sing…»- Dame Vera Lynn
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@neph93 Very nice. ^
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Weather got so shit I had to give up and go home. Luckily I live two minutes from the stadium, so a change of clothes and an IH blanket later I watched Bodø/Glimt go 3-0 up from the comfort of the sofa with a beer..
The wabby chore even got in on the action…
«Stevie Heighway on the wing!
We had dreams, and songs to sing…»- Dame Vera Lynn
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@neph93 Mate! Big respect to you for your openness, transparency and good humour. You write so well. Glad you enjoyed the game both home and..home-home haha.. funny you had to chase Tromsø beer with Nordlands hahah.. Wonderful to see Bodø in the sun and your Nintendo plans are awesome. Lying on a sofa in ones underpants playing Mario Kart is The Way. Wabash! Take care, bro!
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Monday was more or less washout due to about the fourth night of acute insomnia… but today Ingrid is coming back from a trip with the boys, so I’m baking bread and making focaccia and pizza. Anyone in the baking thread will know the drill…
The braided bread needs some work, poolish based dough may not be the best for it. This was a first time effort though, and practice makes perfect.
Pizza and focaccia to come…
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I feel like I could/should talk about mental health some more…
So this will be the first of hopefully a few blog style posts, where I will babble a bit. Just sharing some history, observations and stories. Comments and questions are welcome. You can also ignore it if you wish.
My first diagnosed depression was about 13 years ago, but the subsequent treatment made me realise I’d suffered multiple serious episodes from when I was a child. I just didn’t know what they were.
Since that first diagnosis I’ve had four different courses of therapy and four different medical treatments. I’ve had numerous different diagnoses, different versions of depressive disorder, adjustment disorder, generalised anxiety disorder etc.
Every time I’ve been ill it has been different. The symptoms vary massively. They don’t tell you that at the start, mostly because a bout of depression is not unusual in a life and in the vast majority of cases it goes away. But if, like me, you are prone to it (likely due to a combination of trauma, genes and generational/inherited trauma), it comes back in different forms and with different symptoms.
It is very confusing because you generally don’t realise you are getting ill before you are well into self-medicating, employing coping strategies unconsciously, and making very poor decisions for yourself. All of which will ultimately make things worse, and normally result in a crisis which reveals how ill you are.
Fun!
«Stevie Heighway on the wing!
We had dreams, and songs to sing…»- Dame Vera Lynn
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