The Dueling Dutch Woman

The Adventures of a Middle Aged Dutch Woman

Archive for April, 2011

>Another one for the road…

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You can’t artificially create a highly charged mood, so I will have to do with this medium charged mood instead. I’m not plucking the last stars out of the heavenly skies and seeing as though it’s nearly dawn now, I won’t be anymore either, no matter how many cups of coffee I drink. The morning will start off quietly and not with a bang and I will not go roaring into it. That’s probably for the best, as it results in less accidents. 
After having had the joy of watching the royal wedding yesterday, I get the fun of watching Queen’s Day being celebrated on television today. This is when our Queen Beatrix honors the birthday of our old Queen Juliana. It’s a regular people’s party all over the country and all stops are pulled out. We all celebrate. It’s when the flags and the orange bunting are pulled out and flown all over and we go orange mad in honor of the House of  Orange. It’s our national color. Queen’s Day is our first national celebration in the springtime. The next will be Liberation Day on May the 5th. 
Since today is Saturday, it is a day off already besides being a national holiday. It will be very busy downtown and that area is best avoided. The cafe terraces will be filled with people because the weather will be good.  There will be the usual tourists and, because it’s also spring break, there will be large amounts. It would be a perfect day to get lost in the crowd, if you liked a crowd.
I have to remember to be happy today and to not sit here like a rock in a meadow, all stony and silent and morose. There’s no reason for me not to see the sunny side of life. I have to look at the reality of the day and see the lightness in it and it is going to be a very light day indeed. Maybe that has not quite dawned on me yet. The day will be filled with simple things and there’s nothing to worry about, except what to wear and at what time to walk the dog. That’s as easy as it gets. 
I slept a good six hours last night and that’s a long time for me. I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at the alarm clock this morning. Still, I’m yawning right now, so I’m not fully awake yet. I must go and get dressed and take the dog out in the cool morning air and get woken up properly. There’s a bit of wind that ought to blow the cobwebs from my mind. 
At this point the dog seems to have the same idea and has come up to me with big begging eyes. I think he’s ready to go out. It’s completely light outside now and the sun is shining.
I hope you’ll all have a good day.
Ciao,
Nora

>Being perfectly normal early in the morning…

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Being perfectly normal doesn’t happen very often anymore, so I do have to give it a special mention. Besides, I don’t know how long the feeling is going to last. It may be very fleeting, but I hope it is solidly settled into my psyche for the rest of the day. I certainly welcome it and am very happy with it. It’s been a long time since I have felt this way. 
I never know what ingredients make up the feeling and I hope to keep getting them right as I guess at them. I’m drinking coffee and have read other people’s blog posts. They were for the most part cheerful, even the ones that were more introspective. Maybe that was just the take I had on them from my own point of view which is more rose colored. 
I’ve had at least 5 hours of sleep, that’s pretty good by my standards. I had a very nice phone conversation with my daughter last night. I think that put some weight into the balance. It was about a positive subject and one I could advise her on using all my maternal instincts which are intact and alive and well. You never do stop being good at that, do you? It doesn’t matter what age you are or what age your daughter is.
I’m seeing my psychiatrist today for the second time this week and I’m going to set something straight which has been bothering me very much. It’s a problem I had which I’ve since resolved and I want to help it out of this world and never talk about it again. It’s an embarrassment to me now to even think about it. I will make short shrift of it. It’s a reflection of how low I can get and had gotten. 
Being sound of mind has improved my point of view of life in general and my life in specific and suddenly everything looks a lot brighter than it did. All the little details that seemed so complicated now all look resolvable. I can’t say that the world’s problems seem less big by comparison, but I’m less burdened by them, if only in the smallest degree. Maybe my shoulders have become a bit stronger. 
I’ve always remained a realist about them anyway and never did think there was an easy solution or a solution at all. It’s easier to look at my own life and take care of the details there. All I can do is manage my own life well. 
It’s with some amount of relief that I start the day. Feeling unburdened for the most part has improved the way I’ll enter the fray. It’s not much of a fray anyway. At least, I don’t look at it that way. Except for some minor complications, it all seems rather simple. All I have to do is stay as honest and as upfront as I can be and do my best. With a little bit of goodwill and a continuing good outlook, I ought to be able to do that.
And I still say, thank god it’s Friday. The week has lasted long enough and it has been intense enough with lots of conflicting emotions that I’m more than ready for two days of nothingness. Of only watching cultural television and walking the dog and taking naps. And worrying about nothing else but which clothes I’m going to wear depending on the weather. That’s as complicated as it’s going to get. That’s just about the level of excitement I’m willing to handle. 
No doubt I’ll find some interesting elements to add to the mixture as I go along. One thing I have thought is that maybe I’m not really enjoying the book I’m reading and that I ought to start reading a different one, although I’m always loathe to leave a book unfinished. This one is not grabbing me, though. I don’t really care enough about how it’s going to end and I have been uninterested in reading it. I’m two thirds of the way through it and, although I like the characters, I don’t care what happens to them. So I may be looking for a different book. 
I’ve got to take my medicines and check my emails. It’s not quite time to get the day started. It is rather early still. I’ll have to do some chores because the domestic help is going to be here today and I don’t want her to walk into a messy apartment. I do still have my housewifely pride. 
I hope you’ll all have a good day.
Ciao,
Nora

>It’s tomorrow already…

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I’m sitting here with a cup of coffee and a cigarette wasting my time. I should be asleep and I had vowed that I would be, but I woke up nevertheless. Never one to miss an opportunity, I’m writing a post, of course. What else is there to do in the middle of the night? 
I have to wait until I get sleepy again and it may take some time and that’s not because I had the coffee. I will sleep regardless of it. I just have to get into the proper mindset to go to sleep again. I have to long for my bed and I’m not there yet. 
I am yawning, so that’s a good sign. I have a tear rolling down my cheek. As a matter of fact, I’m yawning so hard that I have to be careful not to dislocate my jaw.
I can’t take myself seriously right now and I feel that anything I write will be nonsense. That’s because I don’t want to write about anything serious. I want to leave all those subjects alone. I only want to write about things that don’t matter, like about how good the coffee tastes and how good that glass of milk is going to taste that I’m going to have in a minute. 
I feel like having a banana split with a huge dollop of whipped cream on top. Real whipped cream, not the kind that comes from a can. Some ice cream would taste real good right now. Vanilla with real bits of vanilla bean in it. I will make myself happy with the cold milk instead. That’s almost as good. 
It rained all day yesterday which made it cozy to be inside, but I did have to turn the lights on and I had the heater on too later in the day. I even wore warm clothes. My mood went from bad to worse and I slept all afternoon, which made me feel better. Sleep always restores me. It bans bad thoughts. 
I’ve got to go back to bed and sleep as long as I possibly can. I have to set some kind of record. I mustn’t be fooled into getting up in a few hours. I must stay in bed and sleep. 
Have a good night.
Ciao,
Nora

>Unbelievable…

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I actually managed to sleep through the night. This in spite of the fact that I went to bed relatively early. I’m thoroughly amazed at myself and can’t believe I did it, but it goes to show you that with a little bit of goodwill I can. I’m ever so grateful that I did because I needed a normal night’s sleep. I haven’t had one of those in a while. I’m ready to face the day now and I can’t always say that when I wake up in the morning. Usually, I have to go back to bed.
The early birds are singing and it gives the morning a cheerful feeling. These birds are anticipating the sunrise which won’t happen for another 45 minutes. There is rain in the forecast for this morning and it won’t be very warm either, so I will have to wear some totally different clothes than I did yesterday when it was still sunny. That’s okay, I don’t mind raiding my closet. As a matter of fact, I enjoy doing it. There’s always something there to wear that I’m in the mood for.
This morning my personal helper is going to be here and I saved the dishes especially for that occasion. I figured, we needed something to do together besides sit here and talk. It’s better than doing the dishes on my own, anyway. I wish there were more jobs we could do together, but she’s no help at all when it comes to hanging up the laundry which I need to do also. She hangs it up in the most impractical way.
I saw my psychiatrist yesterday, but I didn’t get to see my SPN because she was sick. I got some relief from seeing my psychiatrist, but not the kind of relief I would have had if I had seen my SPN also. I can’t say that I’m out of the woods yet. 
Actually, It’s not a subject I want to discuss because I don’t like the way it makes me feel, which is angry and frustrated. With myself, most likely. 

I hope you all have a good day.

Ciao,
Nora

>Managing my life…

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After going to bed at a not too indecent time last night, I did manage to sleep until a decent enough time this morning. I actually woke up because I had a terrible pain in my knee and was dreaming about furniture oil to oil my knee with. It hurt because of the way I had been sleeping with it: slightly bent and with my other leg on top of it. Once I got up out of bed, it was much better. I was not crippled and could use it normally. 
I don’t know if I’ve had enough sleep, but I’ll assume that I did and start the day accordingly. I’ve had my first cup of coffee and I’ve taken my medicines. The pills that are so necessary to my functioning well, especially lately. I still have to make a new pot of coffee because the coffee I drank was left over and heated up in the microwave. It was the easiest thing to do first thing when I got up. Yes, it’s terrible, but I’ll make a great pot of coffee next. 
Today, after two weeks, I’m finally seeing my psychiatrist and my SPN. It’s been so very necessary that I talk to them and I’ve been unable to. That’s been the hardest thing about all of this: to not have their feedback. There’s been no phone or email contact or anything. I’ve had to invent the wheel on my own. It’s been tough going and I hope not to be in that position again. To be without help from both of them at the same time. The timing was excruciatingly wrong.
Having just written that down, I’m already a bundle of nerves because I have to deal with the problems of the last two weeks. I don’t know if I’m up to it. I would like to forget everything and start over from scratch, but of course I can’t. Things must be dealt with. 
I would like to write something very cheerful now and get my thoughts off serious things. I can tell you that the sun is shining and that the sky is blue. I have to think about what to wear today. It has to be practical and good looking at the same time and not too warm to wear. Is that a feat or what? The possibilities are endless and it boggles my mind. It will take some pondering over. 
Right, I’ll get the show on the road. 
Have a good day.
Ciao,
Nora

>Keeping my sanity…

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After having had a hypo-manic night, I plunged into the abyss this afternoon and started to feel suicidal. I thought I was going absolutely stark raving mad and didn’t know at first what to do, but I felt pretty hopeless. I desperately wanted to reach out and call someone, but because it was a holiday, I didn’t know who to call.
Then I realized that when I felt this way, I needed to take an extra anti-psychotic tablet and not a sedative, which would only make it worse. I went ahead and did that and crawled into bed and waited for it to work and when it started to, I fell asleep, which is probably the best thing that could have happened.
When I woke up, I felt ever so much better and it was time to take my normal dose of medicines. I’m waiting for those to start working now and I should be feeling pretty good in about ten minutes. I’ve also got a cup of coffee to help me get the last cobwebs of sleep out of my head.
I’ve got to be careful and make sure this doesn’t repeat itself. Staying up all night was not a good idea. Especially not being so very active and changing all the scenery around. That was a bad idea when you consider that I don’t deal well with changes. I’m still very uncomfortable with it now, but I’m not going to make any alterations again. I’ll leave things the way they are. 
It sure is difficult being me sometimes. Well, a lot of times it is. It’s a day job. Actually, I have to keep an eye on myself 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I wish someone else would do it for me for a couple of weeks so I could have a break. It sure does get exhausting. 
I need to walk the dog. He’s begging with his big brown eyes.
Have a good evening.
Ciao,
Nora

>On a sleepless night…

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That’s not quite right. I have slept already, but was awoken by my need to go to the toilet and you know that I can hardly ever go back to sleep once I’m up. I’m full of curiosity and life and ready to have a cup of coffee and a cigarette and to sit behind the computer and have my nightlife. These are the most exciting times of the day and night, when I feel mighty good and very full of myself. If I were in a position of power, I would send out all sorts of decrees and sign new laws into action. I would probably do my best and most innovative thinking. I would make short shrift of any nonsense. 
Not being in that position, I will just have to limit myself to my own little world and make the best of it there. At least I will do whatever I want with the best of cheer, because that’s the kind of mood I’m in. No doubt the pot of strong coffee is helping me get there and I’m drinking it eagerly before it becomes overheated and bad tasting. I’ve found a way to make the coffee just strong enough without making it too bitter and I’m taking full advantage of it. It perks me up tremendously and keeps my mood upbeat for a long time. It’s like drinking espressos without having to drink it from a tiny little cup and I take it with milk, lessening the strong impact of it somewhat. 
Taking the Temazepam during the day has helped me tremendously and I spend the day with a much greater sense of peace. I go to sleep easier too and sleep better and don’t have such complicated dreams. There’s a tremendous amount of relief in feeling the stress fall away from me and being able to relax and truly looking forward to going to bed with peace in my heart and not as an escape from the day. I think it’s been a brilliant move on my part, but I’ll have to find out how my psychiatrist thinks about it. No doubt he’ll be a party pooper about it. 
I’m wallowing in the good mood of the moment and can only think of ways to bring it to expression. It’s impossible without falling into repetition. I can only hope that this is a turn around moment and that my mood continues to be good from this point onward. It would be ever so nice if I woke up in the morning and immediately had the courage that I now have to try and find after several cups of coffee and much soul searching and many false starts. I hope I stop to see the world as a hostile place and find that I can move around easily in it again. 
Nothing can spoil my night, however, and it isn’t nearly done yet. I’m only at the beginning of it. There’s much nighttime living to be done yet. I do have to savor these quiet, peaceful hours that are so filled with good vibes.
I hope you’re all having a peaceful night too.
Ciao,
Nora