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I’m not sure if it’s the PMS and I’m overreacting, or it’s just that my boss really grinds my gears.

Noooo, not the nice boss that I have at the moment, the boss at the job that I have to go back to 😦

One of my staff (at the hell hole I have to return to) mentioned something to me in a social conversation the other day. It indicated a potential conflict of interest / flawed judgment / putting private interests above the public – in other words, an ethics issue. Despite the fact that I am not in my substantive role, therefore she is not currently my employee, as a government employee I have a responsibility to report things like this. So I did. To the boss I hate. Because she is the most appropriate person to report it to, being upper line management of the person I was reporting.

This morning I received a narky email telling me that I shouldn’t worry about things like this until I return, and that she will leave it for me to raise when I’ve returned to my position. She then copied our even higher boss in on the email.

After I ‘replied all’ to her email, stating that it was my understanding that issues of this nature should be dealt with promptly, I rang our Ethics Hotline and reported the matter to them. I also forwarded my boss’s email on to them at their request.

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I’m having a really down evening.

I can’t stop crying. And then because I’m feeling down I am blaming my genetics for the eldest son having bi-polar.

Fuck PMS

My first post of 2011, I’m so slack.

So that pain… kidney stone. With an added surprise… a lovely ovarian cyst. In fact, I’m awake now (at 1am) due to one or both of them. I have an ultrasound scheduled for today, so I’ll find out more then.

Work is going great, when I can attend. We have just been given the go ahead to do whatever overtime is needed to get our project over the line. Once I get this pain thing sorted, it will be good to get a bit of overtime in before I have to go back to my old job.

Great news about that though. My boss is leaving! So by the time I get back to the old job, she will have gooooooone. I’m so happy about that. I hope I don’t jinx myself and end up with an even worse boss, but really, I don’t see how that could be possible.

Update on the kids:
C – stabbed himself with a steak knife last night and we had to take him to hospital. He sliced along the length of his finger, but they don’t like to put stitches in fingers, and it is a bit of an awkward spot, so it just has steri-strips and a bandage. Other than that, he’s pretty good. I’ve been mostly at home due to being ill, so he’s been happy with that.

A – had all of his hair cut off again. A serious haircut, ready for his Army assessment this Saturday. He’s confident that he’ll get in. I hope he gets in, not because I particularly want him in the Army, but I want him to be happy. School is just not doing for him at the moment. I’d rather that he does well at something that he’s happy doing, rather than be half-arsed about something and get half-arsed results.

L – doing OK. Sleeping all the time though. Since I’ve been home a fair bit, I’ve been attempting to wake him up mid-morning but he’s such a grumpy bugger it’s quite hard to deal with the fall out. He does have some crap stuff going on with a government department, and we are trying to sort that out. It really has the potential to put him back into serious depression, he was knocked for six when we first got the letter, but he’s OK-ish at the moment because he knows I have a plan of attack.

I sent a letter to the person who made the poor decision (in the government department) plus a letter to the Chief Executive of that department asking him to oversee the matter because an incorrect decision has been made, I’ve also contacted the Ombudsman and will escalate it to them early next week if I’ve had no contact from the department in question. We are also seeing a solicitor tomorrow and will take it to court if necessary. (Yes, overtime would be nice…)

So, that’s where we’re all at.

from the pain I’m feeling, by writing about the pain? How dumb am I?

Sooooo… I’ve been in pain for a few days now. I thought perhaps one of the kidney stones that has been sitting in my kidney (lucky me, at last check I had one stone in each kidney) might have decided to begin it’s journey. But the pain has been intermittent, and I don’t really have a good reason for not going to the doctor, so I’m not sure why I’m trying to justify it.

Anyway, this morning I woke up in pain at 4am. And awake I have stayed. The pain is far worse, but not bad enough for me to go to hospital. So now I wait for the doctor’s surgery to open at 9am and hope they’ll be nice enough to fit me on the day before a long weekend when they are sure to be booked out already.

I’ve never really thought about the relationship between bipolar and OCD.

L had been diagnosed with some OCD tendencies, but to be honest I didn’t really see it or understand it.

Well, I can now see it. And recognise it in his history. I had a lightbulb moment this morning when I realised that he is obsessing over a bus that is illegally parked in our street. It went on and on yesterday. He kept going outside to check that it was still there, he rang the police (I guess they had better things to do on Christmas Day) and also sat outside and counted the number of times the illegally parked bus almost caused an accident on our narrow little street.

How do I help with this one?

When your 18 year old son starts tidying his room, volunteers to clean the car that you have been asking him to clean for 3 months and then fixes the bed that he intentionally broke 5 years ago – he’s manic.

Yep, sorta figured that one out myself. BUT the tip for new players is… ask your 18 year old son if he has run out of bipolar medication, because he will not offer this information voluntarily. The week before Christmas. When you don’t have a repeat prescription. When the doctor is fully booked up until the surgery closes for Christmas break. Mums really should be more on top of these things, or at least, this Mum should.

Luckily, my doctor works at a different practice, and there happens to be a doctor working today – Sunday. They can see L today, at the wonderful Sunday rate$. I wonder how understanding the doctor will be?

Update: The doctor was very nice and understanding. We took the empty box of tablets to show that they’d been prescribed by a psychiatrist, and she wrote out a script no problems. Way easier than expected.

Not really, but I ran away from this blog and some forums where I tell it like it is (or almost like it is) because things were getting pretty tough.

I felt that if I acknowledged how tough things were, that I’d crack. Therefore I went with “let’s not acknowledge it and just keep pushing on.”

Not the best choice.

We are having a pretty major health scare with one of the kids. He’s naturally very worried, as am I. It’s a waiting game.


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  • strangeapple: I don't like to fail, and I feel like I've failed. I think that's what it is. Big knock to my ego. I saw a psych the other week, she made sense, p
  • strangeapple: Holy fuck, I had a doctors appointment this evening that I didn't go to. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
  • corymbia: I do the stiff upper lip thing too. Was worried I was slipping into bona-fide depression last week, but as is usually the case with me... the bad stu

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