I don't usually do an end of the year post but it amuses me to do one this year with a few stats from 2012. So here you go:
Days off sick: 89. This is not good and I'm heartily embarrassed. I just thank God that I've got a brilliantly understanding boss and that I still have a job. To be honest I'm quite proud of myself every time that I get through a shift.
Amount of trips through Eurotunnel: 148. No wonder I whine about it all the time on twitter.
Number of hours spent travelling back and forth to work: 983592692billion. Or so it feels.
Number of trips at hospital: 5. Four due to constant vomming - ultrasound, consultants appointment, endoscopy and barium meal. No actual decision as to why it occurs except that it's probably to do with the mental. One to accompany my friend and her six month old son to A&E after he got bitten by a rabbit. That was definitely the most interesting one.
Number of appointments with psychiatrist: 3. And what a nice guy he was. And then the trust decided not to renew his contract so I stropped, wrote to the medical director of the trust, the chief executive of the trust and my MP. I even had a meeting with the medical director of the trust but by then it was too late and he had gone. Now there is a shitty psychiatrist in his place and I refuse to speak to him.
Number of sessions with the serial killer: 41. At a cost of £40 each that is a fairly substantial cost. She is a good thing but my God it's hard work and I struggle with it and she tends to have to bear the brunt of that struggle, something about which I feel considerable guilt.
Number of sessions with the cpn: 29. She's a good thing in that she's as cynical as I am and she allows the conversation to go naturally so we don't spend all our time discussing the mentals. She took over as my case worker at the beginning of January and although it took a while to trust her, I'm glad I did.
Number of appointments with gp: 14. Yes, I think it's fair to say that I'm a fairly high user of the NHS resources in my local area. I am so glad I live in the UK and have access to the NHS otherwise I'd probably be unemployed, homeless and randomly bothering people in the street.
Number of appointments with occupational health: 2. And a seven month gap between them while they finally found a competent doctor who didn't randomly make things up. Yes, after a twenty minute consultation at which at no point my diagnosis was discussed, it is entirely appropriate to label me as bipolar.
Number of trips to Scotland: 3. And didn't they cause a remarkable amount of distress. And yes, I'm going again inn January. I have no common sense at all.
Number of books read: 366 Which is a number I actually feel quite astonished by. It clearly shows a)that I love reading and b)I am slightly obsessive. Yes, these many trips through Eurotunnel may well have added to the total.
Favourite books of 2012: Unity by Michael Arditti, The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sacred Art of Stealing by Christopher Brookmyre, Secrets of a Family Album by Isla Dewar, The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern, Trauma and Recovery by Judith Herman, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy and My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok. But the truth is I'd read the phone directory if there was nothing else available.
Number of Amazon orders in 2012: 141. I'm mortified about my Amazon addiction especially since they don't pay tax. Admittedly some of these were presents and a lot of them were kindle books but I still shouldn't be that bad. And downloading the Amazon app to my phone was definitely a bad idea.
Best thing of 2012: The birth of my best friend's baby in January. He's just completely fab and every time he sees me he comes crawling over and pretty much tries to climb up my legs to hug me. His being around has also resulted in a deepening of the relationship with my best mate which has been brilliant.
Worst thing of 2012: I think this was probably the inevitable, but probably necessary, discovery of my emotions which is detailed here. Not a single event but the slow and agonising realisation of the pain in my life. Hideously awful.
So there you go, a bizarrely well organised in that it's actually written on Hogmanay, random review of my year.