Smiffi Surgubben @grumpysmiffy@aus.social

Until a senior MH nurse (bless you, Fred) framed it all in a somatic/chemical context, it would never have occurred to me that I could self-manage a Bad Brain with a pharmaceutical toolkit in the same way that I do with Addison's.

Because I hadn't picked up on the very obvious MENTAL HEALTH IS HEALTH.

I think with the stress of my current situation, I need to keep a close eye on my brain chemistry. Found myself going a bit whizzy last night.

Whilst whizzy is good for getting shit done, I've seen what happens when it's unchecked. Increased my quetiapine from its maintenance dose to something more clinical, which seemed to work.

Keeping a close watch on myself today - but I always carry valium, so first aid available.

Solar-savvy folk: any recommendations for a service similar to the ones for health insurance, where they ask you a few questions, and give you a list of recommended providers/packages?

The suspicious out of town cop car was last spotted pulled over, lights on, boot open, so assuming an RBT was about to happen. Went the other way home because I was cooked enough (shopping in > 41ºC not recommended) without having to sit there with the window down.

I just don't get it. I have eight hours left that I am permitted to work this year, and someone doing a code review wants the whole thing refactored based on points of style. Priorities ever? I've batted it to a manager.

Last re-toot: I have to confess that I thought it was Icelandic, to start with.

Reached second to final level at this Duolingo (Swedish) checkpoint, which means - time to switch back to Dutch!

Hopefully it will be easier this time. -n on the end of the noun is probably plural, NOT the definite article.

Tonight, I wash and peroxide the new (big) Sauerkraut fermenter.

I'll see if I've got the energy to shred one of the two cabbages that will be going in it.

Nothing like the prospect of imminent unemployment to cause one to demonstrate mad skills.

I just got a fitted sheet on the right way round, first time round, and without any of the corners jumping off.

Mostly good mood. I'm still despairing of getting my head around Finno-Ugric languages. Going to have another stab at Magyar, but it just leaves me feeling so inadequate.

There are times when I feel the entire Anglosphere needs to get utterly fucked, especially those parts of it that enable the festering ocean of pus that is the Murdoch empire.

And no, I don't know why I'm in such a good* mood.

*Actually good; I don't say stuff like that when I'm depressed.

It's quite as unexciting as it sounds.

My work day today can be summed up by what I just put in the time tracker: "going through notes, looking for relevant stuff to bring across."

I looked at the account, saw a tweet in Dutch (Vlaams!) zoomed the profile photo, found it's someone I really care about.

Sheeeeeeee...

Just figured out who the "rando" that recently followed me on is. Please folks, if I know you, and you switch to a very anonymous account, please let me know? I'm not that good at figuring stuff out.

I think that tonight's dinner will be sausages, air-fryer roast potatoes and beetroot, steamed beetroot greens.