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Friday, 18 July 2014
Sunday, 22 June 2014
Last Thursday, 19th June was a most traumatic day.
Last Thursday, 19th June was a most traumatic day.
On the previous Sunday (a week ago today) I had swum for the first time in ages and it went well. And then I had enjoyed The King and I, so it was a very good day. On Tuesday I went to see the Physician, as I had been on the BP medication for a month and was due to go back. I had felt a lot of arrhythmia in the preceding few weeks. I had had a long talk with Krista from BUPA on Saturday about it, and repeated it all with Dr Langdon. Anyway, by then things were settling down, so I was optimistic in his visit, and my BP was down and everything looked good.
Thursday I swam again, and felt really good afterwards, just a little bit exhausted, but that did not last. then I got lunch to take back to Billy, like I used to do, but not for him as he had a pie already. After lunch I had a really intense phone conversation with someone from the Royal Commission into Childhood Abuse. Then I helped Billy prune the front hedge. The day was going well, I thought. When I got home I had another call from another Royal Commission woman, this time about having more counselling, which I think I need. Anyway, later I felt not so good and my BP was way up again, like 180/90 or something like that. It has gradually come down since. I have had a little bit of the arrhythmia since, but it hasn't lasted long each time.
I am so depressed about it all. I keep thinking that surely my life is soon going to be over. How much longer can this last. I have moments of optimism, like thinking once the counselling takes hold I will get better, because surely this problem is due to the stress. I also have stress over 1209 High Street, who have not paid their rent again. Con is coming in Monday. After Brian Smith comes in, so I am not looking forward to a busy morning tomorrow. I am more upset by the bad treatment from Joanna Kordos, my new tenant. If she had treated me politely and asked for another rent free month, I would have said yes, but she ignores me and manipulates me and just takes what she wants without asking.
It doesn't rain but it pours. Just now 11.30, I had a call and now someone is coming in Monday at 9.30 to sign a paper. So three people that day. It is Con I am dreading.
This afternoon is another Neon, experimental play at 3.00 with the MTC. Perhaps it will be good, the one two weeks ago was brilliantly funny. I started a Facebook page to discuss plays a while back, but gave up on it quickly.
Oddly, I don't feel too bad right now. If my BP had not been still up a bit this morning, and hadn't been so high in the last couple of days, I would have gladly swam again. I really miss it, despite it being boring and tedious.
On the previous Sunday (a week ago today) I had swum for the first time in ages and it went well. And then I had enjoyed The King and I, so it was a very good day. On Tuesday I went to see the Physician, as I had been on the BP medication for a month and was due to go back. I had felt a lot of arrhythmia in the preceding few weeks. I had had a long talk with Krista from BUPA on Saturday about it, and repeated it all with Dr Langdon. Anyway, by then things were settling down, so I was optimistic in his visit, and my BP was down and everything looked good.
Thursday I swam again, and felt really good afterwards, just a little bit exhausted, but that did not last. then I got lunch to take back to Billy, like I used to do, but not for him as he had a pie already. After lunch I had a really intense phone conversation with someone from the Royal Commission into Childhood Abuse. Then I helped Billy prune the front hedge. The day was going well, I thought. When I got home I had another call from another Royal Commission woman, this time about having more counselling, which I think I need. Anyway, later I felt not so good and my BP was way up again, like 180/90 or something like that. It has gradually come down since. I have had a little bit of the arrhythmia since, but it hasn't lasted long each time.
I am so depressed about it all. I keep thinking that surely my life is soon going to be over. How much longer can this last. I have moments of optimism, like thinking once the counselling takes hold I will get better, because surely this problem is due to the stress. I also have stress over 1209 High Street, who have not paid their rent again. Con is coming in Monday. After Brian Smith comes in, so I am not looking forward to a busy morning tomorrow. I am more upset by the bad treatment from Joanna Kordos, my new tenant. If she had treated me politely and asked for another rent free month, I would have said yes, but she ignores me and manipulates me and just takes what she wants without asking.
It doesn't rain but it pours. Just now 11.30, I had a call and now someone is coming in Monday at 9.30 to sign a paper. So three people that day. It is Con I am dreading.
This afternoon is another Neon, experimental play at 3.00 with the MTC. Perhaps it will be good, the one two weeks ago was brilliantly funny. I started a Facebook page to discuss plays a while back, but gave up on it quickly.
Oddly, I don't feel too bad right now. If my BP had not been still up a bit this morning, and hadn't been so high in the last couple of days, I would have gladly swam again. I really miss it, despite it being boring and tedious.
Wednesday, 18 June 2014
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Thursday, 29 May 2014
Ice use drives rise in drug crimes: Victoria Police
With a drop in real crime, the booming Criminal Justice System is fed by the continued criminalisation of recreational drugs. With "soft drugs" still illegal, the increase is inevitably in "hard", more dangerous drugs like "ice".
Ice use drives rise in drug crimes: Victoria Police
Ice use drives rise in drug crimes: Victoria Police
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