Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Good news

It's about time some sunshine shone.

It's been a dreadful couple of days what with spending the weekend in Melbourne and returning to find no kids in school. It's almost intolerable to walk those corridors and hear silence where there should be swearing, smell cleaning products rather than toe-jam and see other staff members looking happy and relaxed. Just not on.

Sun. Can't remember where I read it exactly but I was researching an activity for men which would mark mental health week. This year both Rural Health Week and Mental Health Weeek are trying to focus on that much neglected group; men, Putting The Men Back Into Mental is this year's slogan I believe.

Apparently 30,000 Finnish men were studied over 8 years and they found a link between cholesterol and depression. And the best bit is that it's the other way round. High cholesterol, low depression. I've been given six months by my GP to lower my own cholesterol by dieting and exercise or he'll prescribe drugs. But what if I get depressed?

I told my loving partner this last night and she pointed out that I'm already depressed which took the wind out of my sails somewhat. Imagine how terrible I'd feel if I had low cholesterol I'd probably have said if I wasn't trying to calculate whether I could clean up all her blood before Eastenders.

111 of those Finns topped themselves. That's quite a lot isn't it? Even for Finland. Mind you, we had a couple from Iceland and a woman from the Ukraine who moved here recently and they all left because they couldn't stand the weather. They didn't top themselves though which is something I suppose. What's with this new word, suicidalisation? Scratch that, I've just spell checked it and it's suicidal ideation. Still, what was wrong with suicidal tendancies?

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Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.