Risperidone Conte

Off to the doctors for my next fortnightly shot of resperidone conte for my mental illness. I nearly forgot to change my appointment to coincide with my new work roster. I spent the morning catching up with my favorite blogs and now time has run out and I must rush to meet the new appointment. I haven't had much to say these past few days. Tonight is my first night with new co-worker so I may have more to say tomorrow...

Nothing much...

I have not posted here these past few days as nothing much has happened. Just the daily grind for a dollar and I am sick of thinking about it yet alone writing about it although I am swapping shifts with the opposite to me on the alternate shift because as he puts it "She (his co-worker) hates me!". As such I come off nights and go back on nights next week if that makes any sense.

Two positives however, one, I will be able to get my fortnightly shot of resperidone conte for my schizophrenia on my day off and I can start re-attending my local Alcoholics Anonymous meeting at night every second tuesday which now coincides with my day shift. Anyway as I said in the title "nothing much". I just hope "She" (new co-worker) doesn't hate me too...

False start...

Decided to do overtime today which meant another 5am start but had the rewards of double pay attached and I could do with the money. Co-worker set the deal up and we had a list of tasks to complete in the 8 hours allotted.

The foreman came up at about 6am and said that because co-worker had a day off without a medical certificate during the week that he had to go home... "no overtime when you have had a day off without a medical certificate."

As I was an innocent party to co-workers absences I was to be paid for three hours and then go home. I don't think it was fair on me though. Anyway I have a few errands to run so I won't be wasting the day. Free at last I can put my hard hat away for a few days. I may blog later...

Windy days...

I work in a very large shed with no walls and when I say large it is enormous. It is so high that when it rains if the precipitation is coming in on an angle, large areas inside get wet. The machine I operate is located in the centre of this huge structure and it is safe from the weather except for the wind. The product I produce is in large packs that have to have plastic (promotional) stapled on to either end after it has been cut which is no small task in the wind.

The gusts of wind only produced large amounts of frustration in me, coupled with the workaholic activities of newly returned co-worker who seemed to be trying to make up for his absence yesterday. He was shooting around the shed at high speed in the forklift and spinning the tyres whenever he had to change from forward to reverse. Also the hydraulics where taking a beating from rough operation.

Finally something had to give, and it did. The shaft into the hydraulics came adrift with much noise smoke and grinding. Another larger forklift eventually was called to pick the smaller unit up and take it away for repair costing a few hours of production and even more financially for the company I expect.

Last day tomorrow before a four day break when maybe I can find something more interesting to fill my mind and perhaps blog about...

Indispensable co-worker

Co-worker wasn't at work again today. That makes 2 days in a week. I was given a replacement to operate the machine I work on and found the day most pleasant. I now realise just how difficult co-worker really is. He pushes and pushes all day to produce the most product possible in the allotted time and it wasn't till I had the chance to operate with someone different that I realised the same amount of production can be achieved without all the "hurried" stress that co-worker exhibits.

An old bloke who has worked at the factory for 32 years asked me "what's he (co-worker) like to work with?" I replied that he pushes too hard and drives the large forklift like a madman, swinging heavy packs of product around with sometimes dubious results. The old bloke said simply "That's how accidents happen and people get killed..."

I hope co-worker's away again tomorrow, however, I doubt he could stand that cause I think he thinks he's indispensable. I have learned working there that no-one is...

back on track...

It has been a better day. It is good to be back into a routine. Today was another day of returning to work which was constant and tiring, yet bearable. I was pleased to make my appointment this afternoon with the doctor and get my regular injection of risperidone conte for my schizophrenia. I also got some creme for some rash that seems to have flared up on my back and is extremely itchy. Whilst at the chemist I also purchased some 100 mg vitamin B1 tablets as I remember receiving them in hospital detoxification units I attended in years previous.

When first admitted to detox suffering alcohol withdrawal one of the first things they do is give you an injection of vitamin B1 and then start you on the regime of 100 mg tablets daily which they suggest you continue with when you leave. I should go to a meeting of Alcoholics Anonymous tomorrow night though I know now that I will feel too tired by the time the 8 pm meeting starts 20 kilometers away from home. I think the B1 will have to do as a start. Even if it's useless the memories it evokes of my time spent in detox should, at least be useful...

Drinking binge...

Started off my weekend poorly with a visit to a friends house where I accepted a stubbie of beer. A visit to the local hotel followed where I had another couple of my favorite beers. All seemed well enough although arriving home early in the evening I was soon asleep, the effects of coming off night shift and having imbibed the alcohol. Saturday saw me back down the local pub spending the afternoon drinking beer after beer. It still amazes me how quickly I get back into the "swing of things" when it comes to drinking. The early evening saw me crashed out on the lounge sleeping it off.

I awoke this morning with what I would describe as a moral hangover. I was really annoyed with myself for breaking my sobriety, I had been doing so well. My punishment for this indulgence is that I don't feel like I have had a weekend at all. The time was wasted in the hotel with drinking associates who really couldn't give a damn about me as a person and the remainder was wasted on alcoholic sleep.

Also it's fathers day. Out of my three surviving children my youngest girl rang me in the afternoon to give me salutations for the day. That was nice although I must admit I was a little hurt that the other two didn't bother. The price of being the estranged parent with ex wives that must hate me. I'll get over it and I must now concentrate on another week of work starting at 5am in the morning. Tomorrow afternoon is my fortnightly shot of Risperdal consta. I think my mood may be affected by the last shot running low in my system...