Smyth_18

Sorry to read about your struggles.
The only people alive who haven't crashed and burned when it comes to matters of the heart are those who can't find the courage to admit their feelings.
It hurts and feels weird now, but eventually you'll be glad you told her, regret at not taking a chance can last a lifetime.
I often take on, or get assigned tasks that seem daunting on the face of it, yet most complicated assignments can be broken down into simpler, more achievable targets that eventually add up to a finished project.
If you can take the same approach, split the work into blocks, then tackle the hardest problems first if possible.
Once they are completed, you'll feel mentally it gets easier the further you progress, having broken the back of the task!
Finally, as for being miserable being back in Leeds, that's a perfectly normal reaction to life there, it's only temporary and will disappear when you leave!
 
 

So, back in the day, people were moaning about this sort of thing, and even in this day and age, it's the same old, same old. Moan, moan, whinge, whinge. 
It is what it is, so not worth getting angry about it!  

People who hijack pages of a general thread with a single topic.

All good at the moment thanks. Always ups and downs but that's life. Need to work on my resilience. 
 
Thanks a lot for thinking of me!

In light of @angieram's recent thread on the main forum, I'd just like to say a belated personal thank you for the above reply.
I've kind of clung onto your message of this too will pass, whether or not that  was your intention I'm not sure, but it's been helpful nonetheless.

As stated in another thread.
This trend of mixing upper and lower case letters as a form of mockery....

Great words.
For the past week or so i have been waking up dreading the day for no particular reason, it is then a draining uphill battle to claw it back.
I just seem to be getting more an more frustrated with modern living. i.e. office jobs & money chasing, poor nutrition available & no trust in foods, news (Brexit, trump, death, money), the internet etc. Sure i could go on.
 

Lost count of how many times this has happened to me, currently going through it now.

Any idea if renting PP out as a base for launching ballistic missiles would help our FFP situation?
Just hope they remember to open the roof first.

Suite and Sour?

1985 VW Vanagon full Westfalia camper.

Nice.
Any chance you could fit me in for a cut and colour next week?

I don't like that mentality though. People have different breaking points and I think too many people on their arse are kind of trapped because they haven't actually got anything wrong. They're not ill, they have no money issues, they have a family, enjoy their job etc. 
Sometimes people just break and they shouldn't have to worry about how valid it is. If you're on your arse then you're on your arse. No jokes intended there. 
 
 

Doggo update: He's on the mend. Very relieved. Thanks for your best wishes all.
Just to got to go through 2 weeks of keeping him out of mischief now!

Might as well drink water

@Smyth_18 I agree totally with David. It's very difficult because as laymen we're labouring in the dark. GP's get what, 10 minutes per patient, and that includes writing up the notes. They'll go through a fairly standard decision tree and if your case doesn't fit neatly into their boxes you an easily miss out on the right treatment. Keep on at them. Make it easier for them to refer you than keep telling you no. If necessary over-state the symptoms, be a bit dramatic, whatever it takes. 

I had a call from the nurse on my case the other day, talking me through what they plan on doing with my sedated body.
Was pretty unpleasant, but she went on to say that because of my age they will be able to nail the causes and treat it effectively so don’t worry. 
Young ones it’s a different story, they are not referred for scans and colonoscopy’s initially but treated for psychological issues as GP’s see bowel problems as kids being kids.
Because they are left so long in pain, some are beyond the first phase of treatment and end up having sections of their bowel removed.
Not looking to scare you here, but make sure you push them and if your GP won’t refer you to the gastrointestinal department at the hospital, find a GP that will. 
I could bore you all for hours with my full story from the last 3 years, but it really does come down to luck with the NHS and who you get on the day with the clipboard.

My 2 year old has been suffering with severe constipation for over a year now.
He has been on Movicol in his milk the whole time but it changes nothing. We're told his bowel has stretched and he is just building up and up until it's unbearable. When he does eventually go he is pushing so hard and screaming, it's absolutely heartbreaking to watch. We go back to the paediatrician, they tell us the same thing, and the cycle goes on.
We talk about going private but we don't really have the money to do so. How has it come to this? Our NHS can't fix a 2 year old in absolute agony? He can only be fixed if i start earning more money? 

He's overnight at the vets. Just spoken to them and he's breathing through his tracheotomy OK, and he's even stood up a bit. They've given him a huge dose of steroids (her words) to hopefully bring the swelling in his throat down. Next 24 hours will tell. Off to bed, clinging to hope.
Thanks to all of you guys. Been a horrible day, and you've helped make it that bit easier.

Sorry to pull you up on this, but there is no age restriction on being human and having emotions. I'd be more embarrassed/ashamed for not having an emotional reaction to family issues. You've quite concisely stated how much and why your dog is very important to you, and how he represents a link to something (a time) and someone (a person) that you don't want to forget.
Never be apologetic for being true to your feelings. That said, I do hope your fear turns out to be unwarranted x

Since my wife died, it's been a bit of a scrap to keep plodding on, but I've been making progress. Back at work, back talking objectionable poo on here, trying to get out and about...
Aside from our kids, the biggest thing that's dragged me out of bed to do anything in a morning has been our dog. He's a lovely lad and I've been completely converted from cat person to dog person. My late wife always wanted a pup as a girl but her old man wouldn't have it, so when we found out she was terminally ill we got him to tick it off her bucket list. Not only is he a link to my late wife, but his complete devotion to us and bouncy enthusiasm helps bond us together.
He's only 18 months old, but he's sick. I've been up with him since first light and just had to drop him at the vet for various tests. He's been sick till there's nothing but bile, not drinking, not moving, struggling to breathe and I'm scared of what they're going to find. 
Watching him helpless, hoping for every next breath, the echoes of nursing my missus in her last weeks are ripping all the old wounds open. If he goes, I'm never again having another living thing in my life I care a poo about. The pain of caring and losing isn't worth the joy.
ducking savage low this morning. 

I'm in the same boat (No pun intended) and wondered if it was weather related.
For the first time ever my sleep is being affected too.
I think a huge part of it is the fact that Billy has an appointment with the community paediatrician tomorrow regarding his development. 

I think it must be, lack of sunlight and all that, coupled with your brain working overtime worrying.