An interesting thing is happening to me at the moment: having felt physically exhausted for a good long while, and although my physical energy is low, my brain is packed full of things I want to say. This is classic bi-polar, of course, and the medical literature refers to this as the 'racing mind'. Or is it?

I have not done any blogging for a while and you know why? Because I have been busy knitting socks!

Let me be honest here: I often feel frustrated by all the things I can no longer do. I feel like a useless lump on a regular basis and I catch myself getting on my own nerves more often than I care to admit.  Having said that, there is humour in every situation and I am amused by the new standards I have been forced to adopt.

My new yardstick for achievement isn't what it used to be, that's for sure!

These days, I feel I have something to be really proud of if:

A lot is said and written about living Life in the Fast Lane. I have lost count of the number of articles I have seen in magazines (during my many waiting hours in medical surgeries) that warn us about the dangers of fast living or the excitement of of living a fast life. Let me tell you this - there doesn't feel like there is much danger and even less excitement for me at the moment. I am definitely Living Life in the Slow Lane.

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One evening whilst I was still on my 'holding' medication (the tranquilising stuff), my hubby taught me how to tag my blog entries. Tagging helps readers find entries under headings that are of particular interest to them. For example, some of my tags are:

Throughout the last two years, I have learnt (if I didn't already know it) that to try and distract yourself from deep depression doesn't work. 'Oh look at the lovely sky or think of something nice' doesn't help when you are held in the claws of deep clinical depression. That would be like putting disinfectant onto a leper's skin to make him or her feel better. Waste of time... AND somewhat insulting too.

My friend J's family originates from Sri Lanka. Although J has lived all his life in the UK, he has retained two attributes:

In the intellectual and emotional intelligence stakes, I consider myself to be reasonably well equipped.  In the physical intelligence department, I am a dullard, an ignoramus, a Physical Idiot.