Multi apologies. I've been away. It's been cold and wet and windy and I've suffered from SAD and now it's April and my birthday! Can't believe how quickly the time goes.
We're on our way to an election, although the party incumbant doesn't appear to have the balls to actually call it and yesterday the two weakest, most dorky, most irritating and infuriating - the boys Milliband - decided to launch a campaign wherein Dave the Cam is reflective of 'Life on Mars.' Doesn't everyone know that everybody loves the idea that political correctness is a burden and calling a spade a spade in the manner that Gene Hunt does is something to be admired, not vilified. And they want us to vote for five more years of the loathesome Mandelson and the man who sold off our gold reserves for the lowest price possible. Yes, that 'intellectual giant.' Geez...
Yesterday I took the dog into the groomers. He'd had a long winter. He was dirty and smelly and, quite truthfully, he was tangled. Guess what the groomer did? He shaved him. Can you believe it? A Rough Collie. A Lassie contender. A dog whose beauty is in his ruff had it shaved away! I'm in shock. I'm distraught and speechless that someone whose job it is to make dogs beautiful could actually do such a thing! He no longer looks like a Collie. He looks deranged. You can see the skin in some parts. The groomer showed me the bag of hair when I arrived to collect poor chien. 'He was matted,' he told me. He was never matted! All the groomer had to do was wash him, condition him and BRUSH him! Who's ever heard of SHAVING a Collie?! It will take years to grow!
So it's not all fun and games on my birthday. Zach came over with a card. He's taking me out for lunch later in the week. He's still good but still not doing anything actually to fill his days again. What a shame that the course didn't last for years...
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My Name is Ros Morris. This is my blog.
'Don't Wait for Me' was written in response to my own desperation for the lack of anything written in this country about the difficulties and fears living with someone with Bipolar disorder. Indeed, any mental illness.
I decided to write a blog to reflect my feelings about the mental health services, news items and current affairs. I can't say that I'm a fan of the mental health services in this country. They just don't seem to get it. Too many people slide through the bureaucracy that stymies help reaching vulnerable people. Too many people in the 'profession' do too little, constrained by their using 'human rights' as a way of keeping the desperately ill out of hospital and, effectively, on the streets.
My readers may well not agree with all that I write. You may not agree with my political views. That's fine. There's the comments section for that.
I decided to write a blog to reflect my feelings about the mental health services, news items and current affairs. I can't say that I'm a fan of the mental health services in this country. They just don't seem to get it. Too many people slide through the bureaucracy that stymies help reaching vulnerable people. Too many people in the 'profession' do too little, constrained by their using 'human rights' as a way of keeping the desperately ill out of hospital and, effectively, on the streets.
My readers may well not agree with all that I write. You may not agree with my political views. That's fine. There's the comments section for that.
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- I have lived in London for most of my life. Having once been a historian who worked on the Holocaust Exhibition at the Imperial War Museum, I'm now a writer and blogger and sculptor.
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6 comments:
Ros - I can't believe that about the Dog! That's terrible. What a plonker. Did you pay him? Poor thing, he must be a bit cold and confused. However, I think it'll grow back quite quickly. Happy Birthday btw.xxx
I am still in shock too :(
We are all still in shock. Poor B. has a bright pink tummy and the bits around his bits... He must be cold there too. What a plonker indeed.
Thanks for the birthday wishes!
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Hi Ros its Jac - long time ago secretary to 'Sam' - may I wish you belated birthday wishes. I have spent the last day or so reading through your blog since Sam pointed me in the direction and really do feel for the troubles you have all gone through and have been mesmerised by your strong writing and views about NHS, H&S, GB, the bad nanny state we live in. I have now ordered your book, firstly because having a son at Uni its a worry about drugs entering his life (hopefully misplaced) and secondly everything you describe is my step brother but I dont think Bipolar Disorder has ever been applied to him - I think my step mother has just washed her hands of him - he is now 51! I hope she will find your book of great help. Keep up the good work with all you do.
PS I cant believe they did that to your poor dog - he must be shy to be out walking?
Hi Jac,
Thanks for that. Doesn't it seem like a long time ago? Can't believe that you have a son at uni! Where does the time go??
Amazing what you say about your step-brother; I've heard this so many times. People go undiagnosed because GPs and, even, psychiatrists are loathe to 'term' someone as having a mental illness and they prescribe anti-depressants but not anti-psychotics or mood balancing medication.
If son hasn't bothered with the drugs much until now - then I should be happy; he should hopefully not be too bothered either at uni.
Hope you enjoy the book. Do leave feedback on Amazon if so!!
Much love,
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